Pretty Things

You're pretty Like the moon
No one can get to you
That's lonely but its true

Youre pretty like the moon
Folk songs and cigarettes
You're such a perfect mess

You seem so unimpressed
You smile when you're depressed

But darling let me see the scars youre hiding underneath your .makeup show me what
It
Is that youre afraid of

Why you hide behind your pretty things and

Dont you know that even roses die and nothing is made to last forever even beauty

Fades
You cant always rely on pretty things
Red wine and vanity
Your fashion fantasies
That smile can't hide your tears
No that boy cant hide your fears
Its better when it hurts
It shows you what its worth
So cue the mascarade because
Inside you're still afraid
So darling, show me all the scars you're hiding underneath your makeup show me what
It
Is that youre afraid of
Why you hide behind your pretty things and
Dont you know that even roses die and that nothings really made to last forever
Even beauty fades
You can't always rely on pretty things
What goes up
Must come down
You fly too high
Oh you're gonna hit the ground
Too many words, they don't explain
So we hide behind our pretty things
Behind the laughter and behind the smiles
I've got my scars that I'm hiding too
Oh darling
Show me what you're hiding
And I'll show you what I'm hiding behind all my pretty things