Prolific - Like the Gap lyrics

She wears lipstick and make-up, to cover up the trace of ash, Her face that cracks, to smooth the time and just erase the past, Faded slacks, clothes that thin, are just to hold her in, To hide her aging open skin right below the chin, Smoking's a social thing, she's vain but not, Her face was soft, those days are lost, When lovers spread her legs across the table cloth, Taking shots of nameless scotch, she'd make it rock until the neighbors knocked, Waiting in the rain whether if it's safe or not, But in her middle age, it's just simple days, Kitchen dishes wishing she wasn't in this bitter state, But you can see she's beautiful, I know her eyes are s**y, Looking at the younger girls with a glance of silent envy, Sipping on a diet pepsi, living inside a memory, She's quiet but in her eyes she's screaming won't you try to help me, She'd like to fight it but this night her eyes are heavy… and.. Thinking "I've lost everything…… my life is empty" Chorus X 2 Like the gap between you and me, Just like the gap Sitting in my corner, I sat alone watched her move, Caught her eyes and solemn cries and then I saw her in her youth, I got up quick paused and walked cross the room, And said "Eyo, I'd like to talk to you" She smiled at me softly, like we'd just woken up in bed, She spoke of love and s**, open cuts, regrets, She was broken up , depressed yet in her hair the rose was red, I sat and listen to her speak, and I'll quote just what she said, She said: "I was loved once, I wasn't always cold and hard, I used to lie smoking cigarettes under open stars, I used to walk through the streets and everyone would turn and look, I used to dance topless with rebels around burning books, I used to own the night, kissing lovers in the mist, Oh what the men wouldn't do to touch my upper lip, I used to stand in the fields, - with wind in my long hair, I used to do whatever I wanted, I used to not care…" Chorus X 2 Finally she turned to me and laughed, then she paused and stopped a moment, And I could tell she was back where she used to be her heart was open, And not a thought was spoken and not a thought was uttered But at that moment I swear to God I loved her, So I held her close, and felt the warmth many had felt before, Her heart beating against mine like waves against the shore, She was a beauty queen, a metaphor, I looked in her eyes, and I asked her to tell me more…. I used to not... care.