Pretty Girls Don't Cry (Live)

The other day I felt like crying
About some things I didn't know
But I took too long to get there and I wound up getting stoned

Now I don't really feel like crying
Guess I'll just sit her on my own
And I'll write you pretty songs and wish that I could just come home

Last week I felt like I was dying
I even dug myself a hole
But I took too long to dig it and I wound up getting cold

Better clear the room before I bleed
My heart is on the floor and there's a body in my sheets
Swear he wasn't there before I lost my mind
Darling will you be alright
If I go out tonight

Your recent texts are occupying
Expensive space inside my head
So I'll drink until I'm funny
And I'll wind up in somebody's bed
When I'd rather be with you instead

Someone call the doctor I can't sleep
This fucking streetlamp's blinding me
Between my broken shutters
And I wish you'd just come fix them and then restring my guitar
Because I never learned to do it and I feel like it'd be much too hard
To tell you that I've gone this far