Lipstick.

I saw an article in the Morning Star....
A young pornstar was killed by her own bag of pain.
And yet we are here like there is no tomorrow...
Can i tell you everything that i fell inside?

I saw a man in an underground bar....
His hands were shaking from all the drugs.
And yet we are here not thinking about tomorrow...
I can also think clearly if you want to try.

I saw an old lady crying by the side of a road....
Her head was lost, she couldn't remember who she was.
And yet we are here forgetting about tomorrow...
I have feelings too, can you see it in my words?

Im glad you are wearing your lipstick tonight,
Im glad you are here indirectly by my side...
How are you dear? Where are your two fabulous eyes?

Why can't you touched my face with your lips?
Why can't you marked your trace with your lipstick?