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