Courtney Swain - Lila lyrics

You called me up to tell me you were sick of the cold You swore you'd leave but morning finds you back in his arms You look guilty as you confess, he's like a very good drug You come home late tripping on your tall shiny shoes You drag him to bed and giggle as you kiss until you bruise When you wake up in the morning, did he remember your name I'm not pretty like you I don't where colors or hues That blind minds when I speak, I don't glow like you do But the neon and alcohol