Tell Me Something Pretty

Those pretty paper folds
Make your hands feel old
So you just cut and paste
Within our time constraints
And you want me to see something I can't see
And want me to be someone that's not me
I wish I could tell you something pretty
I guess there's no reprise
Of those pretty lullabies
No one can hit those notes
While at each other's throat
Just spitting secrets in each other's ear
The kind of secrets you don't want to hear
But unfortunately all too sincere
Tell me something
Something pretty
Tell me something
Something pretty
You're dressed in pretty prose
That hang on you like clothes
But pull a tiny tread
And you're undressed again
And I don't know what language to use
To zip you back up and pull you through
How could I hang a word on you
When you want me to see something I can't see
And want me to be someone that's not me
I wish I could tell you something pretty
Tell me something
Something pretty
Tell me something
Something pretty
Tell me something
Something pretty
Tell me something
Something pretty