Pretty Girls Don't Cry (Live)

The other day I felt like crying

About some things I didn't know

But I took too long to get there and I wound up getting stoned

Now I don't really feel like crying

Guess I'll just sit her on my own

And I'll write you pretty songs and wish that I could just come home

Last week I felt like I was dying

I even dug myself a hole

But I took too long to dig it and I wound up getting cold

Better clear the room before I bleed

My heart is on the floor and there's a body in my sheets

Swear he wasn't there before I lost my mind

Darling will you be alright

If I go out tonight

Your recent texts are occupying

Expensive space inside my head

So I'll drink until I'm funny

And I'll wind up in somebody's bed

When I'd rather be with you instead

Someone call the doctor I can't sleep

This fucking streetlamp's blinding me

Between my broken shutters

And I wish you'd just come fix them and then restring my guitar

Because I never learned to do it and I feel like it'd be much too hard

To tell you that I've gone this far