Identity

Red lips
On a sun-kissed tan
Hips on hips
In your Subaru mini-van

Coke lip gloss
From a copyrighted label
I’m at a loss
For words that are able

To be understood
Cause I kissed those lips
And now they’re hers
Your hips on her hips
You pick best damn girls

I never wanted you to be mine
But I don’t understand your sexuality
Towards anybody
Cause I swear to a God I don’t believe in
Just get away so I don’t have to breathe in dust

Cause I kissed those lips
And now they’re hers
Your hips on her hips
You pick the best damn girls

New Jersey vanilla
That tastes so sweet
(Baby, I taste so sweet)
Death by heartbreak in stereo
Love is something I wanna believe

Working class heroes
With lycanthropy
Slowly watch the cyanide
Work through the chemistry

Cause I kissed those lips
And now they’re hers
Your hips on her hips
You pick the damn girls

I never wanted you to be mine
But I don’t understand your sexuality
Towards anybody
Cause I swear to a God i don’t believe in
Just get away so I don’t have to breathe in dust

Skin against skin
Like heaven
Now I know why you would like it
Anything but awkward silence
As his lips kiss my neck and I’m feeling light-headed
Cause I kissed those lips
And now they’re hers
Your hips on her hips
You pick the damn girls