Sorry loves, it's been awhile.

Just like a lady in a blue dress you've got cigarettes on your breath, and hairspray and cheap perfume. You said you want respect, well, you better get some for yourself. 'Cause all that I see now, is someone who's lost and insecure.

White it out, like glittering-wax butterflies..

Here I am, your fallen angel, dangle in the blue. I'm your angel, and I wish I could be like you.

Angel of music, hide no longer. Secret and strange angel..

You're in time to see me wrestle with my conscience, staring in the silence.

And tear my eyes right out.. I'd rather see you without them anyway.

And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, Oh I just want you to know who I am.

It's Chap Stick, chapped lips, and things like chemistry.
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