on my lips

Snob, Trainwreck, Toofaced... Can't be defined by name of lipstick I wear. My mood, my day, my life. Won't be a slave to the ideas of your knife. Walking around this city of lights, can't get you out of my sight. TVs blaring, people glaring. Purposeful emptiness. Don't define me by the things I have, as I only get as far as I can dream. Temptations, regrets and inspirations all mixed together like the palette on my mouth.