Lip gloss and black

If I gave you pretty enough words - could you paint a picture of us that works - an emphasis on function rather than design - aren't you tired cause I will carry you - on a broken back and blown out knees - I have been where you are for a while. Aren't you tired of being weak? - Such rage that you could scream - all the stars right out of the sky - And destroy the prettiest starry night - every evening that I die. I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold - I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold - I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold - I am exhumed just a little less human. after all these images of pain - have cut right thru you - I will kiss every scar - and weep - you are not alone - then I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat - it still tries to beat. Aren't you tired of being weak? - Such rage that you could scream - all the stars right out of the sky - And destroy the prettiest starry night - every evening that I die. live,love,burn,die - live,love,burn,die - live,love,burn,die - live,love,burn