Almost Awake Pretty Things
I fell in love in a silver cadillac
Trading desire for my sanity back
Mocking my intolerance for anything
But cold hard facts
Keep your distance, baby
Pretty things will still kill you
Switching, switching, switching
Crawling, crawl out of my daydream
Thinking thinking thinking
Talking, talk me out of everything
I watched the sun rise again by myself
Thru a mirror & the cracked blinds
Mocking my insomnia
Blurs flashing behind closed eyes
Keep your distance, baby
Pretty things will still kill you
I'm in trouble in more than one way
But i still don't believe you
Uh oh
I'd hate to make it seem
Like i have no choice
Leave it to me
It's not you it's anything else