Your sad party dress
Worn in a mannered style
Pulled me right on past
The warning signs, the rehearsed lines
Your best tragic stance
On a mirrored stage
Left me chasing smoke
And perfumed air, but nothing was there
I engaged myself in playing in your theater of deepness
I impressed myself at first but then felt cheated by my cheapness
I painted in blood red and stylish blues
But I lost my train of thought when I wondered who's next to use
Your sad party dress
And that accent is fake
The posture's false
The practiced pose leaves me nothing to hold
So I'll just stay at home
Leave you to your fun
With your costumed friends, it's all pretend
But now I am done
With your costumed friends, it's all pretend
But now I am done