The Old Number 7 - Bleach Blonde

And if you wanted to remember, just ask;

Don’t tell.

Even if it hurts like hell

Even if you can’t reach out

And touch the bottom.

And this will all blow over

Just like a current that pulls you under.

Another close encounter.

Another secret with extra baggage.

I can’t stop tasting

That poison from your mouth.

And I know all about

How your lies spread all over town.

And early in December the first snowflake fell

And every single kiss you felt

Not getting out of bed for hours.

All the little lies you feed

To keep me on my feet.

I can’t stop tasting that pure poison

And I know all about pure poison.