Mirrors Cry Ink

The gramophone is dragging out a record from 'fifty-five,
I’m drinking bitter gin straight from the bottle neck tonight.
Your navy jacket’s hanging on the chair, still alive,
Waiting for the room to cool beneath the fading light.
Smudged lipstick on my glass, a wine stain on the sheet,
You swore you’d come at three, but time just plays the fool.
I know the heavy rhythm of your dishonest feet,
And how the air turns cold when love grows dark and cruel.


Mascara bleeds, the kettle starts to scream,
Which one of us was real, and who was just a dream?

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In this empty apartment where the jazz is drunk down deep,
The walls keep quiet, and I have no more tears to keep.
The evening spreads like poison through this dimly lit saloon,
Mirrors cry with ink, washing my guilt beneath the moon.
Yes, I loved you blindly, wild, fierce, and without a guard,
But I’m not stepping back into a depth so cold and hard.


Footsteps on the staircase  a stranger, never you.
I crush my cigarette against the dressing table’s frame.
We burnt down every bridge until no thread was left to through,
Leaving on our memory a silent black spot of shame.
You truly thought that I could never let this passion die,
That I’d forever circle round your doorway like a moth.
It’s easier to break the glass and sew myself up tight
Than play the tragic queen inside your cheap and dirty cloth.


Mascara bleeds, the kettle starts to scream,
Which one of us was real, and who was just a dream?

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In this empty apartment where the jazz is drunk down deep,
The walls keep quiet, and I have no more tears to keep.
The evening spreads like poison through this dimly lit saloon,
Mirrors cry with ink, washing my guilt beneath the moon.
Yes, I loved you blindly, wild, fierce, and without a guard,
But I’m not stepping back into a depth so cold and hard.


You called it passion, but I called it disaster and pain,
We beat against the plaster like two birds out of their mind.
Now there’s only gin, this smoke, and cool quiet rain,
And verses on the crumpled page we left behind.

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In this empty apartment where the jazz is drunk down deep,
The walls keep quiet, and I have no more tears to keep.
The evening spreads like poison through this dimly lit saloon,
Mirrors cry with ink, washing my guilt beneath the moon.
Yes, I loved you blindly, wild, fierce, and without a guard,
But I’m not stepping back into a depth so cold and hard.