Mascara Runs - King Nun

Just look, the innocent ones pick their apple trees

And how the innocent ones always make me cry

Cry for mum, cry for dad

Cry for some, for some way out

Killing time, you say if I don’t grow up, you won’t listen

Laugh away, I don’t care about your punchline

Yes, I fucking love you darling, I’ll love you 'til I die

Oh, whatever for, and she fell into her thighs

What’s the point of loving fair?

I’ve an orchid for the care

Killing time, you say if I don’t grow up, you won’t listen

Laugh away, I don’t care about your punchline

Look me in the eyes, my mascara runs

I wipe it off my face, but I’m still bleeding black

And the facts are that, I’m waking up in makeup

I don’t remember, ever putting on

Killing time, you say if I don’t grow up, you won’t listen

Just fuck off, born strange, die strange, that’s what the weird say

Laugh away, I don’t care about your punchline

You’re not funny, you’re not very funny