Senses Fail

Just like the lady in the blue dress,
You've got cigarettes on your breath,
Hairspray and some cheap perfume
I'll put a little sour in your sweet.
You've got so much fucking tongue in cheek
You want what you could never have
You say that you want respect
Well then you better get some for yourself.
Cause all that I see right now,
Is someone whose lost and encircled.
So you say, that I am rated X.
You suffer from the lack of sex.
Black heart and your lipstick smeared.
Your points are trite, and not too sober
to deal with your running over.
Your sane, but that ain't cleche lines.