Better in Brown
Intrigued by a man, dressed in black
I always wanted to look like that
He's flashing a fringe on a vintage western shirt
It's an iconic look I could never get to work
Met a man in pink, and I think he said
"You'd be better off dead than to see me in red."
He's a silver fox fit for the silver screen
He looks better than i do in my dreams
But I look better in brown than anyone in town
So many soulful shades of blue
But you're the only one who looks like you
You got something borrowed, old and new
Wedding bells rang and I'm tangled up in you
I tried to wear white, but I couldn't keep it clean
I looked like some off colour scheme
A wedding white suit ain't as pure as it seems
Or whatever the hell white's supposed to mean
But I look better in brown than anyone in town
I saw a black shirt on sale, still too rich for my blood
I felt like a tryhard for trying it out
When I saw myself, it wasn't what I expected
It looked better in my head, than in my reflection
These negative thoughts are old bad habits
That hang around trash like yellowjackets
I was red in the face with no one around
I felt that way until I found out that
I look better in brown than anyone in town
And the man in black looks good like that
My bride in blue knows what to do
And I look better in brown
I always wanted to look like that
He's flashing a fringe on a vintage western shirt
It's an iconic look I could never get to work
Met a man in pink, and I think he said
"You'd be better off dead than to see me in red."
He's a silver fox fit for the silver screen
He looks better than i do in my dreams
But I look better in brown than anyone in town
So many soulful shades of blue
But you're the only one who looks like you
You got something borrowed, old and new
Wedding bells rang and I'm tangled up in you
I tried to wear white, but I couldn't keep it clean
I looked like some off colour scheme
A wedding white suit ain't as pure as it seems
Or whatever the hell white's supposed to mean
But I look better in brown than anyone in town
I saw a black shirt on sale, still too rich for my blood
I felt like a tryhard for trying it out
When I saw myself, it wasn't what I expected
It looked better in my head, than in my reflection
These negative thoughts are old bad habits
That hang around trash like yellowjackets
I was red in the face with no one around
I felt that way until I found out that
I look better in brown than anyone in town
And the man in black looks good like that
My bride in blue knows what to do
And I look better in brown
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Writer(s): Thomas Coombes
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