Lyric Mistake No.3

You can t bystand all the people
Stand them on their own
They will fall to pieces
So we watch them grow
Into strange and pretty faces
I don t know
Clutching to my lipstick traces
Watch them go
Make Mistake Number Three
It s strange how much it changes
How they want to know
How cynical are people
That s where children go
Dragged into a conversation
They can t hold
Its so sad but it prepares them
For the mould
Make Mistake Number Three
Why is my love like an ocean run dry?
And why is my love such a struggle with life?
You can t bystand all the people
Stand them on their own
They will fall to pieces
So we watch them grow
Into strange and pretty faces
I don t know
Clutching to my lipstick traces
Watch them go
Make Mistake Number three