A pretty dress to match the wrong lipstick
Brown hair to boot, open-toed shoes
Oh, how you swill your words before drowning them in your glass
The ice broke through your teeth, my teeth broke the ice
I'll write you a letter, not only because I can hold a pen
Of all the words you used, you could have chosen better
You're better off when I could just pretend
I'll paint you a picture, depicting a line in the sand
It doesn't matter how you walk the beach
A shallow shoreline will never understand
