The Venetia Fair
(III) Go On, Paint Me A Picture
Stop! Leave this up to me...
Before you sweat out the truth and your shirt wreaks of infidelity
You were gone long enough to miss the scabs
But you watched as the scars formed and you stayed as they faded away
And you promised me, honestly
Things would be different this time
So I'm singin' again baby
Won't you lie to me tonight on the ride home
Can't you just tell me all the things I want to hear
I keep on tryin', tryin', trrryyiin'
Not to ask every question in my sickened head
But it's hard oohh darlin' just take me home
Use me up and let me drive myself home
If this wasn't a game before well we're playin' one now
And I'm losing it, but what did you expect
When you said that you broke all the rules?
Tell me how did it feel?
Go on, paint me a picture, this is suicide by curiosity
You fucking whore!
Won't you lie to me tonight on the ride home
Can't you just tell me all the things I want to hear
I keep on tryin', tryin', trrryyiin'
Not to ask every question in my sickened head
But it's hard oohh darlin' just take me home
Use me up and let me drive myself home. (let me drive myself home)
I felt it tie itself in knots
It couldn't stand the answer
So what does that mean, I mean, did you...
She didn't say a word
Your silence slits my throat but I can't bleed
See? Look me in my eyes! Please!
Eh, nevermind...
Won't you lie to me tonight on the ride home
Can't you just tell me all the things I want to hear
I keep on tryin', tryin', trrryyiin'
Not to ask every question in my sickened head
But it's hard oohh darlin' just take me home
Use me up and let me drive myself home. (let me drive myself home)