When I Get Home, You're So Dead Lyrics

The words are coming, I feel terrible.
Is it typical for us to end like this?
Am I just another scene
From a movie that you've seen one hundred times.
'Cause baby, you weren't the first or the last or the worst.
And I've got to fill the blanks in this past with a verse.
We could sit around and cry,
But frankly you're not worth it anymore.

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under.
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time.
And baby, I understand that you're making new friends,
This is how you get by.
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry
And I...

On any other day would shoot the boy.
But your simple toy
Had caused a scene like this.
Leave him hanging on the walls,
Just a picture in the hall
Like a hundred more (Like a hundred more).
Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips.
And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips.
I hope he's leaving you empty.
Baby, this is just a fix
For such a simple little whore.

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under.
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time.
And baby I understand that you're making new friends,
This is how you get by.
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry
And...

And your name remains the same.
All that has changed is this pretty face.

So pull the trigger,
It never gets closer.
You want to start over,
But never start over.

Pull the trigger,
It never gets closer.
You want to start over,
But never start over.

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under.
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time.
And baby I understand that you're making new friends,
This is how you get by.
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry
And I...

Say hello, say hello.
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time.
And baby I understand that you're making new friends,
This is how you get by.
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry
And...

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