Pretty

I called my dad up, said he was busy

Said, "I'm not gone yet, why do you miss me?"

Sometimes I wake up feeling so guilty

Wish I could bring you everywhere with me, ah-ah

I miss when nostalgia was a word I couldn't spell

Bittersweet and sour, guess that's how it's always felt

I know it's fucked, but that makes it pretty

So I swapped out soda for whiskey

I used to run on barefoot and giddy

Now I'm laced up, it's so restricting

Rip my heart out like Armageddon

Keep it on my sleeve, can't forget that

You're always with me

And I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty

I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty

I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty

I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty

I know it's fucked, but that makes it pretty

So I swapped out soda for whiskey

I used to run on barefoot and giddy

Now I'm laced up, it's so restricting

Rip my heart out like Armageddon

Keep it on my sleeve, can't forget that

You're always with me

And I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty

I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty

I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty

I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty