She's wearing too much lipstick tonight,
Little black dress, a little too tight.
Tries to make small talk, but it drips with spite.
She knows that it's coming, but it's really alright.
Nobody here could know how she feels,
Not getting drunk and she hates wearing heals,
Tries to stand, but the room seems to bend and reel,
Her friends all keep asking, "why can't she just deal?"
If she spins fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of her heart will stay together,
But ain't no gyroscope can spin forever, yeah.
If she spins fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of her heart will stay together,
but ain't no gyroscope can spin forever, yeah...
He says it's over and it's such a release,
Finally happened and he's making his peace,
The reminders don't bother him in the least,
The Jekyll and Hyde shit will finally cease,
His eyes on fire and his hands kind of shake,
Like his voice is ready to break,
Kind of wonder how long this boy's been awake,
Or how much less sense one person can make.
If he spins fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of his heart will stay together,
But ain't no gyroscope can spin forever, yeah.
If he spins fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of his heart will stay together,
But ain't no gyroscope can spin forever, yeah...
Happiness is such hard work, harder every day, and it can kill you,
But no one wants to be that tacky about it.
If you spin fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of your heart will stay together,
But something I've seen lately makes me doubt it...
