a favourable night.

what a terrible waste,
and oh god, it's a shame -
as she dries her eyes
and tucks a note
inside her coat.

and what a sweet thing
but god damn, what a wreck -
as she tries to hide emotions out
in the dear, sweet form
of a crash.

well let's cover-up all appropriate scars
with make-up, although they suit her well -
it's just not a proper way to present herself.
well let's cover-up all appropriate scars
with make-up, although they suit her well -
it's just not a proper way to present herself.

so she makes her way from a panic
to a calming pace,
just in time to catch her breath
and she says -

'smoke has never tasted this good'
as it spills from her mouth,
only to be
inhaled again from her chest.

well let's cover-up all appropriate scars
with make-up, although they suit her well -
it's just not a proper way to present herself.
well let's cover-up all appropriate scars
with make-up, although they suit her well -
it's just not a proper way to present herself.

so present yourself.

slowly, slowly.
she's slowing down her breathing.
slowly, slowly.
she's slowing down her breathing.

so honey, speak up.
'cause all i hear is gasping breathing.
so honey, speak up.
'cause all i hear is gasping breathing.
so honey, speak up.
'cause all i hear is gasping breathing.

well let's cover-up all appropriate scars
with make-up, although they suit her well -
it's just not a proper way to present herself.
well let's cover-up all appropriate scars
with make-up, although they suit her well -
it's just not a proper way to present herself.

so honey, speak up.