cigarettes and a touch of pink.

she smells like cigarettes and a touch of pink

a mix of bad with innocent

a sideways smile on blood red lips

with a little shrug she starts to sing

i'm medicated up to my neck

i'm dedicated but such a wreck

its complicated but whatever's next

i think i'm ready for the test

if it breaks me

i'm just gonna get up

if it hurts me

you know that's what i like

if it kills me

well, i guess that's fine

i felt alive 

i felt alive

i felt alive

she stumbles home in six inch heels

all golden skin and sex appeal

whisky-soaked and out of breath

says i've never looked before i leapt

hell, i think i'm brave but i hate the dark

i know i crave leaving a mark

i'm educated but not so smart

i never know when to stop

if it breaks me

i'm just gonna get up

if it hurts me 

you know that's what i like

if it kills me

well, i guess that's fine

i felt alive 

i felt alive

i felt alive

wait
you see, i know you're right
that you're the sanest voice
that's running through my head at night
but as the reel unwinds
and the time ticks by
the picture shakes
the tracks are misaligned

sometimes it's all too
slow, slow, slow
and it feels like i'm losing my mind
fast, fast, fast
and i, i am falling behind
wait, wait, wait
i don't know how this thing goes, but

if it breaks me

i'm just gonna get up

if it hurts me 

you know that's what i like

if it kills me

hell, i guess that's fine

i felt alive 

i felt alive

i felt alive