Songtexte:
The Mascara Story Your Name On A Post It

queen, i know youre not but what an evening you gave me and its done, like you want open your eyes but stay grounded sell your story to a magazine

have nice thoughts this afternoon you stole my lips, and tangled them without intent kiss and tell the radio... lose your dress darling you wont need it

i can taste is your lip-gloss But its comforting to know that i could have you... im sorry, sorry, truly sorry Your name on a post-it on my wall such a

me at all you say im useless as a million miles of sellotape i should make you a paper heart so you would see that from the start ive been a friend

your mouths bite your tongue, until it bleeds Talking about someone who doesnt exist try to bring me down over some girls ive kissed put your seatbelt on

make it make it up to me easier said than done oh thy glorious one i hear if you swallow pride it has a bitter aftertaste youre so set in your