The Artist Is Nothing

It's a better pill to swallow, living in her skin.
And I undress so slow.
Paying for her sins.
I take a pull from the bottle.
The walls are starting to spin.
I say goodbye to this cruel world.
My life's been history repeating.
Brown hair. Skin fair. Do you believe in reincarnation?
I was next best with only one operation.
Please say my name.
I'll live the life of another. I'll steal her fame and blame it on my father.
I am the resurrection of the little lost lamb.
And I sway with conviction. I've perfected this sleight of hand.
I'm a whisper from beyond the grave.
I keep on dancing forward but I'm living in the past.
These lines are starting to blur.
Our stars are fading fast.
Dear Dean, I can't remember who I am.
Dear Dean, You were no dimaggio but I loved you then.
Dear Dean, I know this is how the story ends.
My name is Kay Kent. My name is Kay Kent. My name is Marilyn.