Pretty
Pretty boys sits on the porch
And they just don't know what they want
Pretty boys don't know what they need
Do they want a girl
Do they need a friend
They contemplate life and the end
Pretty boy you're only 13
Pretty girl sits in the room
And they don't know which way to choose
Between their bodies
And the magazine
Do they change their body
Do they wear new clothes
They don't know which way to go
Pretty girl you're only 13
Pretty girls Pretty boys
Why do we always make this noise
Why do we always feel so wrong
For doing the things that we want
The boys and girls are older now
And they're still trying to figure out
What they want
And what they need
Mom and dad tell em to make money
To go to school and get the job done and
Settle down in the suburbs
Live in peace
The boys and girls they don't know why
But that just doesn't feel right
Living from obligation
Rather than desire
But they're older now
They Are reading the news
They fear risk Not willing to choose
The life they wanted they're scared of the fire
Pretty girls Pretty boys
Why do we always make this noise
Why do we always feel so wrong
For doing the things that we want
I thought I'd have it figured out by now
I thought that maybe it would work itself out
But I'm just more confused
Than I've ever been
I'm tired of hearing my own voice
Not being able to block out their noise
Tellin me who to be
And how to live
Pretty girls Pretty boys
Why do we always make this noise
Why do we always feel so wrong
For doing the things that we want
And they just don't know what they want
Pretty boys don't know what they need
Do they want a girl
Do they need a friend
They contemplate life and the end
Pretty boy you're only 13
Pretty girl sits in the room
And they don't know which way to choose
Between their bodies
And the magazine
Do they change their body
Do they wear new clothes
They don't know which way to go
Pretty girl you're only 13
Pretty girls Pretty boys
Why do we always make this noise
Why do we always feel so wrong
For doing the things that we want
The boys and girls are older now
And they're still trying to figure out
What they want
And what they need
Mom and dad tell em to make money
To go to school and get the job done and
Settle down in the suburbs
Live in peace
The boys and girls they don't know why
But that just doesn't feel right
Living from obligation
Rather than desire
But they're older now
They Are reading the news
They fear risk Not willing to choose
The life they wanted they're scared of the fire
Pretty girls Pretty boys
Why do we always make this noise
Why do we always feel so wrong
For doing the things that we want
I thought I'd have it figured out by now
I thought that maybe it would work itself out
But I'm just more confused
Than I've ever been
I'm tired of hearing my own voice
Not being able to block out their noise
Tellin me who to be
And how to live
Pretty girls Pretty boys
Why do we always make this noise
Why do we always feel so wrong
For doing the things that we want
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Writer(s): Jamie Jacobsen
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