This is the moment

That you know

That you told her that you loved her but you don't

You touch her skin

And then you think

That she is beautiful

But she don't mean a thing to me

Yeah, she is beautiful

But she don't mean a thing to me

I spent two weeks

In Silver Lake

The California sun cascading down my face

There was a girl

With light brown streaks

And she was beautiful

But she didn't mean a thing to me

Yeah, she was beautiful

But she didn't mean a thing to me

I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking

As we moved together in the dark

And all the friends that I was telling

All the playful misspellings

And every bite I gave that left a mark

And tiny vessels oozed into your neck

And formed the bruises

That you said you didn't want to fade

But they did, and so did I, that day

All I see

Are dark grey clouds

In the distance, moving closer with every hour

So when you ask

Was something wrong?

I think, you're damn right there is

But we can't talk about it now

No, we can't talk about it now

So one last touch

And then you'll go

And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more

But it was vile

And it was cheap

And you are beautiful

But you don't mean a thing to me

Yeah, you are beautiful

But you don't mean a thing to me

Yeah, you are beautiful

But you don't mean a thing to me