Walking Papers 2

Death on the Lips

Those girls weren’t thinking ‘bout the weather

When they decided what they was gonna wear tonight

They curl their lips yeah they huddle together

On the curb outside a dive called the Satellite

They do their best to look unimpressed

They suck on cigarettes like cancer doesn’t exist

One night only is what they suggest

But it’s alright

I’ve kissed death on the lips & I said goodbye

To the lie that I’d been living

I’m not sure it exists ‘cause tonight I’m getting by

On what the streets were giving

I am the ghost of the un-forgiven

I’ve got eyes like the back of a mirror

I hide in the shadows of my bad decisions

And she’s the only one that can make them disappear

Those girls weren’t thinking ‘bout tomorrow

They say that they don’t care what anyone thinks

They spend a lifetime getting ready to go dancing

So they can stand there in the corner

Circling their straws in their drinks

She’s the first light in the distance after decades in the dark

She’s a pair of jumper cables on a heart that wouldn’t start

She’s a splash of Coca Cola in a glass of Maker’s Mark