Last night’s makeup is blue, blue, blue
beneath my eyes
two wells within a crumbling disguise
Last night’s money was green, green, green
a crumpled bill
unintentional origami I’m unfolding still
and my mouth is a graveyard full of crooked tombs
my head is a hotel full of empty rooms
my mouth is a graveyard full of crooked tombs
Last night’s drinks were gold gold gold
within my throat
that spilled out lies and laughs enough to keep me afloat
Last night I was all red red red
a liquid fire
until daylight came and quenched all my desire
now my mouth is a graveyard full of crooked tombs
my head is a hotel full of empty rooms
my mouth is a graveyard full of crooked tombs
I don’t know why I do this
even while I do this I don’t know why
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