Graphic wings, chrome lips, and an XG show to get to — the robe lost the argument with my outfit twenty minutes ago. Rate the eyeliner before I walk out like this?
Graphic wings, chrome lips, and an XG show to get to — the robe lost the argument with my outfit twenty minutes ago. Rate the eyeliner before I walk out like this?
Alanis residency tickets locked in for YouTube Theater and I'm already on the living room floor rehearsing my You Oughta Know scream. Come scream the bridge with me?
The leftover candy bowl and my juicer are having a standoff on the counter and I'm caught in the middle. Tell me which one wins tonight.
Scored a last-minute ticket to The Chicks at the Dolby and this backless dress has been pulling eyes all through the lobby. When Landslide hits, somebody's holding my drink — come find me by the bar?
Marigolds on the dresser, candles everywhere, and only half my sugar skull painted — Día de los Muertos won't wait for me to be perfect. Come finish the other side?
Halloween came down this morning and my living room looks like a crime scene of fake cobwebs. Phoebe's last night at the Dome is tonight and I'm claiming the flannel as the whole outfit. Talk me into actually doing my hair?
Arcade Fire's playing a block party in the Arts District and I showed up as trouble in red. Half this crowd keeps doing double takes — come find me by the bar?
Jennifer's Body at the cemetery tonight and I'm only halfway through the dark-lip transformation. Tell me you'd still recognize me when I'm done.
Trying on pieces for Saturday and nothing's making the cut yet. Tell me what stays on.
Nothing on until the weekend and the sheets already lost. Come keep me company before I change my mind about getting dressed.