dead ringer from starry eyed by eloise charlie
'Dead ringer' means 'look-a-like'. Someone I knew in real life looked like Madison Beer and she was in a seemingly toxic relationship.
Tracklist
| 9. | dead ringer | 4:26 |
Lyrics
(Intro)
You made a bold impression, signalling sweet intentions.
Why is it believed pretty girls have ugly hearts? (We don't know)
From fox eye to pink lip, every detail is picked.
Talk of the town with a fake plastic crown.
(Verse 1)
Letters are swords, post clicks of bad words.
Haven't you heard how the actions hurt?
Remembering scents, get me the spray to forget.
Capsules of closest contacts pop out when you need them.
Pop, pop, click Pink stained filter.
Click, click, drink. Pour it down the sink.
(Pre-Chorus)
Staying up late with the moon lately.
Do I feel jealousy?
You're who I aspire to be and more.
Magic brain and model body.
You're the ideal type of pretty.
I adore you, mi amor.
(Chorus)
From afar everything looked like a picture
but up close you could see the brushstrokes.
I've seen this story before, you're a dead ringer.
Buried with your beauty. Brain assumed six foot under.
Don't let his lies be your demise.
See it with your eyes, where it complies.
(Verse 2)
Freshly picked from the lot. 100% organic human.
You're a perfect pick from the shop.
He thinks you're a near illusion.
Wondering how you can be talented and smart;
it's written in the stars, it's written in your heart.
You're too perfect for him. He's a little dim.
(Pre-Chorus)
Staying up late with the moon lately.
Do I feel jealousy?
You're who I aspire to be and more.
Magic brain and model body.
You're the ideal type of pretty.
I adore you, mi amor.
(Chorus)
From afar everything looked like a picture
but up close you could see the brushstrokes.
I've seen this story before, you're a dead ringer.
Buried with your beauty. Brain assumed six foot under.
Don't let his lies be your demise.
See it with your eyes, where it complies.
(Verse 3)
Can you escape typing on your laptop?
Wear your own cape.
Was he really that hot?
I know you planned your whole life together
but remain warned, he's a bad contender.
You produced ambivalent chemistry.
Why he ghosted you remains a mystery.
(You produced ambivalent chemistry.
Why he ghosted you remains a mystery.)
(Pre-Chorus)
Staying up late with the moon lately.
Do I feel jealousy?
You're who I aspire to be and more.
Magic brain and model body.
You're the ideal type of pretty.
I adore you, mi amor.
(Chorus)
From afar everything looked like a picture
but up close you could see the brushstrokes.
I've seen this story before, you're a dead ringer.
Buried with your beauty. Brain assumed six foot under.
Don't let his lies be your demise.
See it with your eyes, where it complies.
(Outro)
Mourning the loss of your self-worth,
like he threw it in the trench.
But make him feel worse through acts of silent revenge.
