
BLACK MASCARA
Slow cinematic sadcore, melancholic orchestral pop, breathy female vocals, hypnotic trip-hop beat, vintage plate reverb, 70 BPM, tremolo electric guitar, lush string section, dark glamorous atmosphere.

BLACK MASCARA
Slow cinematic sadcore, melancholic orchestral pop, breathy female vocals, hypnotic trip-hop beat, vintage plate reverb, 70 BPM, tremolo electric guitar, lush string section, dark glamorous atmosphere.
Lyrics
Mm-mm, yeah...
Blue light hums in the Chateau hall
I’m leaning my back against the garden wall
Waiting for your Cadillac to turn the bend
Knowing this is how the summer’s gonna end
I put on my silk, I put on my lace
Just to watch you wipe the smile off of my face
You’re a beautiful disaster, a god in a crown
And I’m just the girl you like to let down
Gold on my neck, ice in my glass
Watching the ghosts of the Hollywood past
You say that you love me, then you leave me in the rain
But honey, I’ve always been addicted to the pain
Now there’s black mascara running down my cheek
Like a dark river making me look weak
It’s a New York tragedy, a California dream
Nothing in this world is ever what it seems
Yeah, it’s dripping on my pearls, staining all my clothes
How the story ends, everybody knows
Just a little black mascara, a messy kind of grace
Looking like a heartbreak all over my face
I’m smoking a cherry in the back of the bar
Wondering just how we ever got this far
You’re a high-stakes gamble, a velvet-lined trap
I’m the girl with the map, sitting on your lap
We’re driving to Vegas, we’re driving to hell
It’s a story I’m far too tired to tell
But you look so good in the neon light
Even when you’re wrong, baby, you’re so right
Wash it away? No, I’ll let it stay
A souvenir of the games that we play
Heaven is a place where you never had to leave
But I’m a believer in the way you deceive
Paint it thick... paint it black...
Don't you ever look back...
With that black mascara running down my cheek
Like a dark river making me look weak
It’s a New York tragedy, a California dream
Nothing in this world is ever what it seems
Yeah, it’s dripping on my pearls, staining all my clothes
How the story ends, everybody knows
Just a little black mascara, a messy kind of grace
Looking like a heartbreak all over my face
Black mascara...
It’s all over me, baby...
Dark blue... dark black...
Don’t come back.
Mm-mm...
