your lips are red
st. vincent
my face is red from reading your red lips
my hands are black inside this downtown taxi cab
this city's red from riding us into the ground
this city's black from all the ashes in downtown
my face is drawn on with this number 2 pencil
your face is drawn from drawing words right from my lips
my face is red from reading your red lips
my hands are red from sealing your red lips
it's not fair. you remind me