Your Lipstick Stains My Bad Decisions

A cycle of poems «Your Kiss Tasted Like a Late-Night Regret»

I see the marks where you’ve been, like shadows on my skin,
A crimson trace of sin, pulling me back in...

One more shot in the dark, one more spark in the night,
Your name like a scar, burning bright -
I know I should run, but I stay for the fight,
Drowning in the glow of your neon light...

Your lipstick stains my bad decisions,
Every kiss is a temporary prison.
I know the truth, but I don’t listen -
Your love’s a lie, but I keep wishin’…
Red on my collar, red on my hands,
I’m a fool for the way you demand,
One more taste before the crash lands -
Your lipstick stains my bad decisions…

3 AM and the bar’s closing in,
Your perfume’s a ghost, still stuck on my skin.
I swore this time, I’d never give in,
But your smile’s a drug, and I’m hooked again...

Maybe the wreckage is where I belong,
Tangled up in the rights and the wrongs.
If love’s a fire, then baby, I’m gone -
Burn me down ‘til there’s nothing at all...

Your lipstick stains my bad decisions,
Every kiss is a temporary prison.
I know the truth, but I don’t listen -
Your love’s a lie, but I keep wishin’…
Red on my collar, red on my hands,
I’m a fool for the way you demand,
One more taste before the crash lands -
Your lipstick stains my bad decisions…

Morning comes, but the stains remain,
A portrait of lust, of pleasure and pain…
I’ll wash you off, but it’s all in vain -
Your lipstick stains… your lipstick stains…