Something Pretty

Here I am, where I've been

I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,

And my clothes are worn & gritty.

And I know ugliness,

Now show me something pretty.

I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose

And too much weight for walking shoes.

I could have died from being boring.

As for loneliness,

She greets me every morning.

At the most I'm a glare,

I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.

I'm the open sign that's always busted.

I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.

At the most I'm a glare,

I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.

I'm the open sign that's always busted.

I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.

Here I am, where I've been

I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,

And my clothes are worn & gritty.

And I know ugliness,

Now show me something pretty.

At the most I'm a glare,

I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.

I'm the open sign that's always busted.

I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.

At the most I'm a glare,

I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.

I'm the open sign that's always busted.

I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted