Lipstick Crashout

[Verse 1] Your name tastes like cheap red wine And every bad decision I swore was mine But you lit the match and I played the part Left me dancing barefoot on a broken heart There’s a smear of you on my collarbone Like a warning sign I should’ve known And the mirror’s cracked but it tells the truth— I look just like the mess you made me into [Pre-Chorus] I draw my smile in a shaking line But it bleeds right through every time [Chorus] This is a lipstick crashout on a bathroom floor Mascara running like I can’t take it anymore Every word you said got stuck in my head Now it’s echoing louder than the things I never said Yeah I kissed your lies like they tasted sweet Now I’m choking on the ghosts you left in me And I swear I’m fine—but I’m keeping score It’s a lipstick crashout, baby—nothing more [Verse 2] Your jacket’s still on my bedroom chair Smells like smoke and a truth you never shared And I keep your texts like a loaded gun Just in case I forget what you’ve become There’s a bruise where your voice used to sit Soft like poison—yeah I fell for it Now I’m counting cracks in the ceiling tiles Trying not to dial you a thousand times [Pre-Chorus] I rewrite every goodbye I made But it still comes out the same damn way [Chorus] This is a lipstick crashout on a bathroom floor Hands trembling like I’ve been here before Every promise you broke just cuts a little deeper Now I’m talking to ghosts in the mirror Yeah I wore your love like a second skin Now I’m clawing my way back out again And I swear I’m fine—but I’m not anymore It’s a lipstick crashout—what’d you expect me for? [Bridge – quiet → explosive] Say you miss me— Go on, lie again Say you love me— like you did back then (beat kicks in) I hope it haunts you when you sleep at night Every “almost” and every fight Every version of me you threw away— I’m still here, I just don’t stay [Final Chorus – bigger, spiraling] This is a lipstick crashout in fluorescent light Where the truth looks worse than it did last night Every tear leaves a stain I can’t erase But I’d still ruin myself just to see your face Yeah I gave you everything I couldn’t afford Now I’m bleeding out in a corner stall door And I swear I’m fine—yeah I’ll say it once more It’s a lipstick crashout— [Outro] …and I’m not yours.