Lipstick marks around a red wine glass Put a rose tint over the intolerable Smoking cigarettes, sitting on a windowsill Looking at the sunset, makes it easier to deal With losing you I've been blue for so long The colour wash is gone Run out of ways to romanticise sadness Now movies and poems, don't cut it When it's hard, I don't know how To stop me crying over our love I try to turn it all into a story Forget that it's happening to me But when it's hard, I don't know how To stop me crying over our love Hearing your name Isn't pretty like Jane Austen novel It just feels kinda wrong When I see you dancing with her In the corner of the bar It's not dramatic or ecstatic like a Robyn song I'm losing you I've been blue for so long The colour wash is gone Run out of ways to romanticise sadness Now movies and poems, don't cut it When it's hard, I don't know how To stop me crying over our love I try to turn it all into a story Forget that it's happening to me But when it's hard, I don't know how To stop me crying over our love No way to make it sexy And no way to make it sweet No way that I could spin this So it'd feel like this was meant to be Run out of ways to romanticise sadness Now movies and poems, don't cut it (cut it) When it's hard, I don't know how (how) To stop me crying over our love (our love) I try to turn it all into a story Forget that it's happening to me (to me) But when it's hard, I don't know how (how) To stop me crying over our love (our love) Our love, our love, our love (love) Our love, our love, our love (love) (Our love, our love, our love) To stop me crying over our love