Lipstick red like poison
Stinging as you marked your territory on my neck
And as my knees became weak, my heart a bit too heavy
You picked up the broken pieces, knowing they were yours to collect

Our hands danced under city lights
And frequently met in secret under restaurant tables
But when our fingers pried apart, the city finally fell asleep
And ever so slightly, your mascara ran down your cheek

The light peeked through the windows
And the sun reminded us we’d lost track of time
Between the sheets, we wrote a sermon preaching that there was still love to be made
And by 5AM, we knew we’d need the concealer to hide the blackened secrets under our eyes

-makeup can’t hide all of our secrets