Pretty
I called my dad up, said he was busy
Said, "I'm not gone yet, why do you miss me?"
Sometimes I wake up feeling so guilty
Wish I could bring you everywhere with me, ah-ah
I miss when nostalgia was a word I couldn't spell
Bittersweet and sour, guess that's how it's always felt
I know it's fucked, but that makes it pretty
So I swapped out soda for whiskey
I used to run on barefoot and giddy
Now I'm laced up, it's so restricting
Rip my heart out like Armageddon
Keep it on my sleeve, can't forget that
You're always with me
And I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that makes it pretty
So I swapped out soda for whiskey
I used to run on barefoot and giddy
Now I'm laced up, it's so restricting
Rip my heart out like Armageddon
Keep it on my sleeve, can't forget that
You're always with me
And I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
Said, "I'm not gone yet, why do you miss me?"
Sometimes I wake up feeling so guilty
Wish I could bring you everywhere with me, ah-ah
I miss when nostalgia was a word I couldn't spell
Bittersweet and sour, guess that's how it's always felt
I know it's fucked, but that makes it pretty
So I swapped out soda for whiskey
I used to run on barefoot and giddy
Now I'm laced up, it's so restricting
Rip my heart out like Armageddon
Keep it on my sleeve, can't forget that
You're always with me
And I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that makes it pretty
So I swapped out soda for whiskey
I used to run on barefoot and giddy
Now I'm laced up, it's so restricting
Rip my heart out like Armageddon
Keep it on my sleeve, can't forget that
You're always with me
And I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
I know it's fucked, but that's why it's pretty
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Smith, Emilia Ali Antoniades, Kaivon August Simab, Adrian Alexander Venegas
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