: "I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am" And Sorrow's native son He will not smile for anyone And Pretty Girls Make Graves
bomb bikini Soldiers marching through the waves Towards another beached messiah While pretty girls make graves Pretty girls make graves Pretty girls make graves Pretty girls make graves Pretty girls make graves
In your bedroom without the lights Let's get old together Make promises and lie but never Let this city get the best of us Grow apart from the things we love Make
Let's go to my apartment We'll pull the sheets up over our heads Forget all reasons to go outside Beats pulse, they're automatic Locked inside of my apartment Make
Crowds of people, bodies brushing Mouths are moving, all white noise Glasses clinking, people screaming High hum, low buzz, no room to breathe They story
positive all the time Doesn't sit still, doesn't look well Give him something, make it chemical, chemical You'll feel better when you cannot feel See the strange girl
There's a kid with the golden arm He admits to the forest fire That started up from a lack of somethin' better going on This kid with the golden arm
in your bedroom without the lights let's get old together make promises and lie but never let this city get the best of us grow apart from the things we love make
It's on, and the ghosts in the radio Are signing along and they go no stars out Just the city light well nothing feels as good as the night Can you heard
in the face 'Cause someone always wants to listen to hate It's just too bad you're so easy to ignore So oh no, oh no Here comes the girl with the ice
Walking away again Seems like I know the back of your head Better than the, better than the front But hey, you don't see me, don't see me stopping you
Night time's our security The stars watch us like guardian angels Skeletons of lives to come Just frames to fill with living and dying Signatures in
We were two girls who had it all Made a team together Left a trail of heartbreak in every town We had it all planned out Every face another name on the
Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take I got my stereo on ten, I'm screaming Connelly's pain And I want to make it louder, louder, louder, louder
Sometime during the night The black sky turned to dawn And we covered our eyes Dizzy from being up all night You grabbed my hand We ran outside To the
Been meeting in the back room Been gathering in the parking lot Been talking in the break room Of what were are doing with what we've got Been meeting
out of my mouth Rattle around my head They mix up and fall out of my mouth You got it all figured out How to bring it all down? How to make it all yours
