Pretty

I want to be pretty, but I can't make you see me

Pinch the skin on my waist, pick the scars on my face

But in this reflection, there lies a distraction

So I refresh the feed, convinced that it's what I need

We trace our souls with coals drawn from the fire

An outline thick with imminent desire

You're pretty

Pretty wicked for a saint

And now that I'm pretty, there's no need to disguise

Now I'm fit in your eyes

And since you can see me, we'll take this show on parade

And I'll lead the tirade, screamin'...

When you choose to wade in shallow water

Don't be shocked when you drown at the altar

You're pretty

Pretty wicked for a saint

For the one who pretended not to care

About "the look," or what to wear

For the one who claimed not to drink the poison of what other people think

Do you find me pretty?

Do you fancy me pretty?

Do you think that I'm pretty?

Yeah, pretty wicked for a...