Notebook. - 2. Maybelline [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro)

I'm still waiting on my cup of tea and cigarette for Christ's sake
Sipping on the heartache over dinner with my blind fate
It's something we remember when the time fades
Winter's getting bitter, summer-skin is in a dry state
She spoke love affair. I spoke sincerity
And you can tell along the line, she lost her clarity
The look she wore said, "I know the ghost is here with me
Your vocal tone is breathing life into it and it's clear to see."
Art junkies in a modern-day
Politics, tatted skin, music on replay
We come from radios, CD's, and cassette tapes
I'm not surprised that you can see in your head-space
It would be nothing more than peachy if we escaped
Sleeping in a Hotel? Easily an estate
I adore the connection between us more than you'd ever believe
You're gorgeous in every single damn way
We'll walk the city-street and kiss inside of taxi cabs
Writing our name onto the window with our finger so they witness why we can't detach
We're like the classic match
Living our life in white and black, in fact
She's got her heart on her scarf, I'm wearing mine on my hoody and sweater
Remarkable days. How could I forget her?
It all was a phase. But, this couldn't be better
She's like an angel with metal stuck in her face
Far away we can settle. Wait for forever
Save this letter. That way you remember
It's not as jaded and fake as the people make it seem
I put it on the life within my bones and all the ink in me
A runaway from the brutal life we often lead
Let's wipe the slate of all of that and can we start it clean?
I know that this could be something
Abandon all of your worry when I say one thing...

(Hook)

Doubt on your lips
I taste it on my mouth. God, it's sick
Maybe conscience is clogging bits of all of this
My thoughts are foggy. Kind of hard to sit, think clear
This may steer you the wrong way, but trust is like a shot in the dark
It could go through the both of us at our walk in the park
It can skim the skin of our faces and leave us to be
Totally shattered with dripping tears and you weak in the knees
I don't know
We met in the perfect setting, dear
Things are too good to be true
And I learned that sex-appeal and such a perfect personality's a murder meant to kill
My scribble compared to your cursive gets me feeling like I'm not enough
And maybe someone else is
And maybe every word you say's another sales-pitch
Am I worth the chamomile, bag of pills, and champagne?
Our plans were to drift away from that pain
I know your secrets. I fancy them all
Saw it in you at the Lounge, romancing and talking - holding on our coffee mugs
Be honest with me. It's only more to love. The damage is done
I'm dying to fix the piece beneath your breastbone
Craving for the same exact reasons that you left home
So many rumors to believe in that I left hope sitting on the counter
Didn't see me leave it there, though
We can go back. I'll give it a chance
It's not the scars, it's the whispers and sick little scams
I guess I'm scared of commitment; getting ripped into halves
When it begins, addicted to your kisses, I am
What's worse is that I'm re-creating who you are
Wishful thinking as we walk upon your boulevard
I love you so much that I'll change you in a second
Just to make you imperfected. If there's pain, it's interesting
Let's get faded...

(Hook)