It's not important

What I see when I close my eyes

It doesn't matter

That you don't see anything

Beyond your lip gloss and

Your dresses

Beautiful dresses

And he calls you sweetheart.

It doesn't matter, darling

That he calls you every night

I'll call your name

And you cannot even breathe mine

I'm so tired

So take me to bed,

You're such a shallow little girl

With your lip gloss

And your dresses

And your way

Of making me feel divine.