Don't go blowing me a kiss, 'Cause you'll see it break down in all its elegance, Like a model wearing the wrong make-up for her own fashion parade Take the broken heart and stitch it up with some tears Blush it up, dress it up and put it on ice, it keeps us cold Frozen your lips turn lullabies numb You're laughing melodies in time with heartbreak and rhyme Don't go blowing me a kiss, 'Cause you'll see it break down in all its elegance, Like a model wearing the wrong make-up for her own fashion parade Biting your lip and I know, You are faking it, you are hating it Writing another lipstick letter, painting our script. you're the artist. Red for the love, white for the lies, black the clich?s, I'll see it in your eyes Brush in some red, sketch in some blue, picture perfect, me and you Don't forget the title, "Inventing Tragedy in Black and White" Don't go blowing me a kiss, Cos' you'll see it break down in all its elegance, Like a model wearing the wrong make-up for her own fashion parade Biting your lip, I know your faking it, Letting it bleed, I know you're hating it Painting my tragedy, singing my tragedy But would you blow me a kiss? At the bottom of your letters All of my love All of my hate All of my love There's no melody that fits with drop-dead gorgeous Your name doesn't fit with the chorus or a line from her song, But she's singing your tragedy, and her lipstick stains, me and you