Tears run red
as he blames the weather
claiming “at least it’s a dry heat”
inside this amphetamine dream
She says its mirror reflective
a trick of the stage lights
suspension of disbelief, baby
“I’m not even the one crying”
They’re just two stops past the exit
an Oasis abandoned
She wipes her hands on ripped denim
Lady Macbeth’s got nothing
on this kind of stain
Lies run blue
as she blames the delusion
claiming “daddy issue” decay
inside this accusatory refrain
He says it’s all reaction
a slip inside her skin
she’s late again, darling
“I’m not even the one dying”
