Something Pretty

She won't call me this I know.
She won't take the time to learn the way I play.
I'll wake up Valentine's Day All alone.

She stopped reaching out for me.
I'm not attached enough to take the loss and grieve
I guess I don't believe in "Meant To Be".

I'm never weaker than when sizing up a body by the ounce and never
shallower than when thinking of how a coin would bounce off of her
tender skin.
Each time that's what does me in, and every time I swear never again.

And that's so wrong.
I favor behind over mind and that's so petty.
I'm not strong; one glance and all my resolve blows like
confetti. Is this all that I want to be bored by something pretty?
Something pretty.

I think fiction is to blame.
I feel like screaming "Mars and Venus aren't at war",
They just forgot what love is for and that's a shame.
I never stray too far from things that bring what I want to achieve.
Cause every time I do I get let down so much I can't believe I might
find happiness in somebody that's such a
mess, but every time I tell myself "unless..."

And that's so wrong.
I favor behind over mind and that's so petty.
I'm not strong; one glance and all my resolve blows like
confetti. Is this all that I want to be bored by something pretty?

More than pretty's what you are.
Every head just won't stop turning and
I could wear you like a trophy on my arm.
But slowing down for you's a bore.
Tell me when did you stop learning?
And I wonder if I'll care when you're not pretty anymore?

And that's so wrong
I favor behind over mind and that's so petty.
I'm not strong;
one glance and all my resolve blows
like confetti. Is this all that I want.
Well is this all that I want.
Well is this all that I want to be bored by something pretty.
Something pretty

She won't call me; this I know.
But that's alright; she don't complete me anyway.
I don't mind Valentine's Day... all alone.