Clayton Eric Kauffman - DRL

Driven like snow
You're teeth are a-glow
The longer you wait,
The more they know
I'm feeling' great
But you're telling me no
Bottom dropped out, missed my skin
Bitch came down, wearing me thin

Your dark red lipstick pulls me under
Your dark red lipstick pulls me under
Your dark red lipstick pulls me under
Your dark red lipstick pulls me under
Your dark red lipstick

I like your style
I like your style
I like your style
Ahh

Giving me away
Up high, I'm gonna die
You give me facts
Screaming "Why are we alive?"
A sick bird dies
A sick bird dies
Pushin' me away
"Cause everyone is gay
Driven like the snow
You're teeth are a-glow
Why are we alive?
Why don't you die?

Your dark red lipstick pulls me under
Your dark red lipstick pulls me under
Your dark red lipstick pulls me under
Your dark red lipstick pulls me under
Your dark red lipstick

I like your style
I like your style
I like your style

Your dark red lipstick pulls me under

Written by:
Clayton Kauffman

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