my love life needs a lobotomy

I remember the way your lipstick
The way your lipstick bled that bloody red
And if I recall from when we last kissed
I spent that whole night throwing up your spit
And finding something to drink that was toxic enough to wash this bad taste out my mouth
'Cause baby (baby)
You have had my heart
Now you can have my stomach too
(Ayy, ayy)
I don't know what to t-tell you
(Ayy, ayy)
I don't know what to t-tell you