put make up on for no one
and i hate it sometimes
how it portrays my femininity
sometimes i wanna be a sunflower
and there's a lot of time
to be spent dead
but we ain't got a lot of time
left to live

wore a dress for you
and i want to ride you
like your black car
shining in the cold winter Sun
tomorrow i'm myself
and hope i can score some dinner
scattering trust and money
because we have life
to spend like we're going broke