Paint and Pillows [Lyrics]

by HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG   May 29, 2007


[VERSE 1]

I was seventeen, baby I was still so naive,
Wearing my heart around town on my sleeve,
And I came home with tears runnin' down,
With a ripped and torn up graduation gown.
And my Mama, she sat down and said,
"Darling get that boy out of your head,
You should be out dancing tonight away
And here on your old bed is where you lay."
And my Papa, he ripped away in his truck,
Yelling: "That boy has pushed his damn luck!"
I watched the dust kick up from his wheels
As Ma looked at me, she sighed: "I know how it feels,
But Honey,

[CHORUS]

Boys like him aren't worth the tears you cry,
They'll make you fall, than they'll cheat and lie,
And you just wasted your graduation dress,
By choosing to run away from him in distress,
And those mascara tears you sit here cryin',
Baby, open your pretty eyes and quit denyin',
The truth is right there in front of you, you should know -
Heart breakers like him ain't worth the paint and pillows."

[VERSE 2]

She walked away and closed my bedroom door,
Knowing those were words I'd never heard before,
And I looked into my mirror to a face full of hate -
For a guy that lied and left me for a new prom date,
And with gunpowder on my tongue, I stare -
To a heart inside the eyes of a girl that doesn't care,
Looking to my reflection I wipe the tears from my eyes,
As I shatter the memories coated in your lies,
And I say:

[CHORUS]

Boys like him aren't worth the tears I cry,
They'll make a girl fall, than they'll cheat and lie,
And I just wasted my graduation dress,
By choosing to run away from him in distress,
And these mascara tears I sit here cryin' -
Are fake, I gotta open my pretty eyes and quit denyin',
The truth that's right there in front of me, I should know -
Heart breakers like him ain't worth the paint and pillows.

[VERSE 3]

And when I heard my Daddy's truck in the driveway,
I ran out to see them, and he turned to say,
That he was sorry and all the bull sh!t I believed before,
But this time, I needed something a little more,
And Pa drug him down to his sorry old knees,
Telling him he should be begging me please,
But instead I looked to the blond by his side,
As he held my hand and he arrogantly lied,
Telling me she was nothing, just a little fling,
And he'd prove it by buying me a wedding ring,
But I looked in his cheatin' eyes as I said:
"Baby, you want to prove it, you go right ahead,
But when you do, I won't be here to listen this time 'cause -

[CHORUS]

Boys like you aren't worth the tears I cry,
You'll make me fall, than you'll cheat and lie,
And I just wasted my graduation dress,
By choosing to run away from you in distress,
And these mascara tears I sit here cryin' -
They're fake, I gotta open my pretty eyes and quit denyin',
The truth that's right here in front of me, I should've known -
Heart breakers like you ain't worth the paint and pillows."

....My Mama was smilin' from our screen door as I turned to go,
With him holdin' my hand, but he just ain't worth the paint and pillows,
No, he's a heart breaker; he ain't worth my paint and pillows.

-Jenna Elphick
May 28, 2007

[If you never understood this, the paint is the make-up she cries onto her pillow. No boy is worth killing your time over and wasting your tears on, :) ]

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  • 16 years ago

    by disturbed one

    Evem though im a guy....I agree with this poem...Alot of guys are a-holes...

    I honestly thought the pillows was like...getting at something about a bed...but i got the paint part

    I love your choice of words

    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by dollwithafrown

    Nice metaphorical take on this. I knew the paint had some reference to makeup, but the pillows, I wasn't sure. It all makes sense now though. :)

    Wonderfully written.

  • 16 years ago

    by robin milford

    Girl this stuff is gold u got to get some one to record this I knew what u were saying here I know this to well.

  • 16 years ago

    by The Sky is Falling

    Wow, this is a very good song. I loved it. 5/5
    Check mine out

  • 16 years ago

    by Prophecies In Kodak

    I like the metaphor inside of this. Very much so.
    The form was well. The flow was well. I really don't see anything that deserves a bit of constructive criticism.

    All I have to say is.. It'd take some mean vocal cords to sing this long of a song. ;]

    Take care.