Death on your lips
whispering secrets and tall tales
darling, darling, you're a darling lover
sneakily walking in with colour on your lips

Dressed neatly with a shocked expression
trying to bend the truth
my finger running down your cheek
and your neck stiff with lies

I can smell the woman on you,
cheap and bland and stale
it was too pretty for one night
to see the blood running down your lips
 
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