When I Get Home You're So Dead

The words are coming
I feel terrible
Is it typical for us to act 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 the 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 how 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 I 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 how 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
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 how 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 how you're making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry