My red lipstick stains on your white t-shirt
But I guess we would never be the same
I love you less each day
Our love is fading
But we don't talk much about it yet
I won't ever be what you want
If this is love, then why don't we work it out?
Or maybe it's too late for hoping
Or maybe I'm holding on to nothing
Your sins wrapped in Tiffany blue
They look gorgeous just like you
Maybe we could drive and talk about it
I'm your baby doll, but I'm fading
I won't ever be what you want
If this is love, then why don't we work it out?
Or maybe it's too late for hoping
I'm your baby doll, but I'm fading
