Pretty Things

You’re pretty Like the moon
no one can get to you
that’s lonely but its true.
youre pretty like the moon.
folk songs and cigarettes.
you’re such a perfect mess.
you seem so unimpressed.
you smile when you’re depressed.
but darling let me see the scars youre hiding underneath your. makeup show me
what.
it.
is that youre afraid of.
why you hide behind your pretty things and.
dont you know that even roses die and nothing is made to last. forever even
beauty.
fades
you cant always rely on pretty things
red wine and vanity
your fashion fantasies
that smile can’t hide your tears
no that boy cant hide your fears
its better when it hurts
it shows you what its worth
so cue the mascarade because
inside you’re still afraid
so darling, show me all the scars you’re hiding underneath your makeup show me
what
it
is that youre afraid of
why you hide behind your pretty things and
dont you know that even roses die and that nothings really made to last forever
even beauty fades
you cant always rely on pretty things
what goes up
must come down
you fly too high
oh you’re gonna hit the ground
too many words, they dont explain
so we hide behind the pretty things
behind the laughter and behind the smiles
I’ve got my scars that i’m hiding too
oh darling
show me what you’re hiding
and i’ll show you what im hiding behind the white (?) pretty things