Lipstick for the Funeral

black dress hanging on the closet door i don't cry in this house no more red on my lips keys in my hand my girl's outside with the motor and no veil no roses no blacked out room just a little smoke and a little perfume i wore lipstick for the funeral of every little lie you told black heels on looking beautiful watching your memory lose its hold no choir no preaching no rescue just me looking better than i used to you used to talk like a back road saint now your name don't hit me the same some boy asked if i was all right i said better than i've been all year today tonight you can keep the ashes you can keep the blame i buried the hurt not my last name i wore lipstick for the funeral of every little lie you told black heels on looking beautiful watching your memory lose its hold no choir no preaching no rescue you just me looking better than i used to i wore lipstick for the funeral yeah i wore lipstick for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral for the funeral