Drama Is a Dress Code letra

They said: Grow up
So I learned how to fake it like an adult

She wakes up with mascara dreams
And headlines written in her screams
Her mirror says she’s almost fine
But breakfast tastes like turpentine

He plays his wounds like violins
And brags about his paper sins
They kiss beneath fluorescent lights
And set their hopes on fire at night

But it’s easier to break
When the world’s already cracked
They trade hearts like fashion trends
And never want them back

Drama is a dress code, darling!
Pain’s the new perfume
Every scar's a spotlight now
On your runway of doom

So strike a pose and bite your tongue
Cause broken's back in style
We’ll fall apart in perfect sync
And bleed with crooked smiles

They practice tears in bathroom stalls
And dream of dying on red carpets
They text like poets in despair
But cry when no one likes their targets

Smile for the camera, love
Tell ‘em all your tragic truth
Then cry when no one claps enough
And blame it on your youth

Who needs peace when you’ve got followers?
Who needs truth when you’ve got filters?
Who needs love when you’ve got pity?
Who needs help when you're so pretty?

Drama is a dress code, darling!
Pain’s the new perfume
Every scar's a spotlight now
On your runway of doom

So strike a pose and bite your tongue
Cause broken's back in style
We’ll fall apart in perfect sync
And bleed with crooked smiles

We’ll fall apart
With crooked smiles

Bleed Saints - Letras

• Backseat Hallelujah
• Bloods on the Polaroids
• Dinner With The Devil
• Drama Is a Dress Code
• Famous for Falling Apart
• Glass Between Us
• Glitter In The Wound
• God With Dollar Signs
• Good Kids, Bad Timing
• Kiss First, Regret Later
• Last Song Before the Wreck
• Loudmouth Hearts
• Lullaby For The Last Soldier
• No One Leaves Clean
• Pretty When You´re Cruel
• Saturday Saints
• Say It Like You Mean Damage
• Signal Distorted
• Silken Skies
• Teeth In The Lullaby
• The Choir That Laughs
• Ultraviolet Hearts
• You Had Me at My Worst