Nose down, what you gonna do when
Parties fade and your makeup starts to smear
Only scene is a grand entrance
Silver screen is another brand new year

In a sea of talcum power
Kids swim and they lose their color
Clock strikes twelve
Say, don't ya feel so well?

As the confetti falls
Timed with the tears
No one wants to hear
about your hardwood floors

In stalls of the magic markers
Boys and girls come and go like coats of paint
All you've got is a pretty name
You shouldn't be killed off in the very first scene

On the porch with the smokers
Party talk gets much older
Clock strikes twelve
Say, don't ya feel so well?

As the confetti falls
Timed with the tears
No one wants to hear
about your hardwood floors

Writer : KUROSKY
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC