I spend all my late nights searching for a vice.
A manic ballerina – pirouetting, stumbling into the spotlight.
I won’t make the same mistake twice.
I gamble my bets, always rolling the dice.
I play dirty and I keep my hand of aces out of sight.
I spend all my late nights searching for a vice.
All leather and lace, black eyeliner so precise.
Twisted fairytales – I’m not Cinderella, but soon it’ll be midnight.
I won’t make the same mistake twice.
Crimson lipstick stains, and my heart unmoving ice,
I’ll swear I won’t act on instinct, but I might.
I spend all my late nights searching for a vice.
I’ve got a lot of say, but never take my advice.
I’m not leaving this bar without putting up a fight.
I won’t make the same mistake twice.
You’re not the one for me, but for now you’ll suffice.
You look a lot like heaven in the glow of the night,
I spend all my late nights searching for a vice.
I won’t make the same mistake twice.