43201 (SLWD & RVRBD)

4-3-2-0-1

Take a look at her now, her now
Heaven in a red dress
She still wears a frown

Well I said look at her now, her now
Dressed up, nowhere to go
The party's over now

Burning her lungs to mask the pain
Now only ashes remain
Phones a friend and says "I need you tonight"
Trying to mend her violet veins
With a hollow embrace
I promise I won't leave them to dry

Broken stilettos
An empty bottle
Got her lipstick wearing down
She lost her phone
Now there's no tomorrow
As her mascara starts to drown

A beaten bravado with no regrets
Because you know that's not her style
She tries to hide a thin silhouette
She takes a drag then fakes a smile

But those ashes paint the pavements
As they burn in her eyes
These streets are built from broken veins tonight
She drapes her wrists around my neck
Pulses kick it into drive
Why don't you just sit back
Relax and enjoy the ride



Credits
Writer(s): John Britt
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