Pretty (In a Pretty Sort of Way)

Take me where no lights shine in your room

Take me where the cider tastes like perfume

Your look is laughable

So porno-graphable

That's a place where nobody goes

Take me where the train jumps the track

Take me where your eyes become black holes

In the reflection of

Your lonely section of

The train haunted by your own ghost

You're so busy, I'd hate to interrupt you

You're so precious, I'd love to corrupt you

There's something odd about you

What it is I couldn't say

You're just pretty in a pretty sort of way

Only satisfied when you suffer

Make a stone of your heart, break another

Do you seek happiness

A feather-in-your-cappiness

Only satisfied when you cry

Strike out on your self-righteous mission

But your only God's repetition

And if you missed this one

There's more where that came from

But someday you'll run out of nights

'Cause I'm so jaded, I didn't want to ask you

I'm passed the point of holding anything past you

There's something odd about you

What it is I couldn't say

You're just pretty in a pretty sort of way

I can't believe anyone could be

So careless and not get caught

I'll sit and count until your luck runs out

You're going to fall so hard and I just want to watch

On and on, but why'd you go?

We're on and on, but why'd you go?

We're on and on, but why'd you go?

On and on but why'd you go

And leave me?

There's something odd about you

What it is I couldn't say

You're just pretty in a pretty sort of way