Lila

You called me up to tell me you were sick of the cold
You swore you’d leave but morning finds you back in his arms
You look guilty as you confess, he’s like a very good drug
You come home late tripping on your tall shiny shoes
You drag him to bed and giggle as you kiss until you bruise
When you wake up in the morning, did he remember your name
I’m not pretty like you
I don’t where colors or hues
That blind minds when I speak, I don’t glow like you do
But the neon and alcohol
It rubs you raw and sore
Do you know who you are, when you reflect in the window
When you look back walking in your stainless gown
Is your diamond larger than the load on your back
Does it justify the secrets
I’m not pretty like you
I don’t break bottles or pews
I watch you dazzle time, selling youth and beauty
But the neon and alcohol
It rubs you raw and sore
Do you know who you are, when you reflect in the window
Lila, Lila wake up
Your heart is falling apart
You’re hiding from the woman you can’t recognize yourself