When every daydream ends with me holding your head under waves of a shoreline I've never seen,
I think it's time to write you out of this storyline so I can breathe

Pink lip gloss and that certain innocence you have won't carry you forever
Your vanity shines through your eyes

Are they blisters on your lips?
Do they burn when you kiss?
When they burst, you will taste this bitterness
I think it's time yo write you out if this storyline so I can breathe

Pink lip gloss and that certain innocence you have won't carry you forever
Your vanity shines through your eyes

They shine