When I Get Home, You're So Dead

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 we'd 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
Hope he's leaving you empty baby, this is just a fix
For such a simple little whore

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 your name remains the same
All that has changed is this pretty face (and your name)
So pull the trigger, it never gets closer (remains)
You want to start over, never start over (the same)
Pull the trigger, it never gets closer (all that has changed)
You want to start over, but never start over (is this pretty face)

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under
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