I'm last night's party dress
Ripped seams and torn fishnets
I'm worn out and full of violence
The air is wavy with the heat
And I can't breathe
In our silent war we pass politely
I'm last night's party dress
Ripped seams and torn fishnets
I'm worn out and full of violence
Life should be a choice we make
Not echoes of a past mistake
How do we let go
When aching is all we know
I'm last night's party dress
Ripped seams and torn fishnets
I'm worn out and full of violence
Tip toeing across famililar floors
Would hate to have to wake you
Have a conversation or
Pretend I'm even interested
Slippin through the door
Even though the heat is on
I'm freezing from the war
Strangers on a first name basis I admit
I'd rather crack a brew or two and just as soon forget
Lose my kicks, take of my hat
Flick on the tube, watch the news
Every night and nothing's new with that
Living room got dusty window's begging for a wiping
Some kind of attention
Even breaking from a fight when
Throwing dishes
Normal acts of passion
That may just happen
When you love somebody vicious
But it's pictures hanging crooked and garbage in the can
Overflowing like a river
Where's the give a d***
The ghost of you is living in the flesh
Sometimes I even miss us I guess
I'm last night's party dress
(And I'm yesterday's news)
Ripped seams and torn fishnets
(An old pair of socks
An old pair of shoes)
I'm worn out and full of violence
(Whistlin the blues)
Ripped seams and torn fishnets
I'm worn out and full of violence
The air is wavy with the heat
And I can't breathe
In our silent war we pass politely
I'm last night's party dress
Ripped seams and torn fishnets
I'm worn out and full of violence
Life should be a choice we make
Not echoes of a past mistake
How do we let go
When aching is all we know
I'm last night's party dress
Ripped seams and torn fishnets
I'm worn out and full of violence
Tip toeing across famililar floors
Would hate to have to wake you
Have a conversation or
Pretend I'm even interested
Slippin through the door
Even though the heat is on
I'm freezing from the war
Strangers on a first name basis I admit
I'd rather crack a brew or two and just as soon forget
Lose my kicks, take of my hat
Flick on the tube, watch the news
Every night and nothing's new with that
Living room got dusty window's begging for a wiping
Some kind of attention
Even breaking from a fight when
Throwing dishes
Normal acts of passion
That may just happen
When you love somebody vicious
But it's pictures hanging crooked and garbage in the can
Overflowing like a river
Where's the give a d***
The ghost of you is living in the flesh
Sometimes I even miss us I guess
I'm last night's party dress
(And I'm yesterday's news)
Ripped seams and torn fishnets
(An old pair of socks
An old pair of shoes)
I'm worn out and full of violence
(Whistlin the blues)