Camille

(альбом: Prayin' For Sunshine - 2023)

The moon had a fight with the parking lot light
And slunk off to hide in the clouds
Now it's broken bottles, gravel and glass
Keeping you company now

In the heat of the moment he cried out your name
But the moment, it didn't last long
Ten minutes later he's driving away
And you're putting your pantyhose on

And you don't want to cry and you don't want to think
And you tell yourself, it ain't no big deal
And you feel like a fool and you feel like a drink
And you drink so you don't have to feel
But you still do, don't you Camille?

All your affairs are like last night's mascara
Darkening the lines 'round your eyes
Seems like these days you're just picking up strays
You laugh and you say, you're no prize

And the sins of the fathers are not meant for daughters
But somehow you felt you're to blame
And the ghost in your head and the men in your bed
They all look like they're one and the same

And you don't want to cry and you don't want to think
And you tell yourself, it ain't no big deal
And you feel like a fool and you feel like a drink
And you drink so you don't have to feel
But you still do, don't you Camille?

Yeah you still do, don't you Camille?