Letras:
Pretty Things

you don't know why Life's a bit and sometimes you die You're still breathing but you just can't tell Don't hold your breath But the pretty things are

, we disagree, I'm growing young and you're maturing, You see things in black and white, It's not my fault you're colorblind, You finally followed through with the things

but our eyes are wandering To all this earth holds dear Look at all the pretty things That steal my heart away I can feel I'm fading 'Cause Lord I love so many things

: Pretty things, so what if I like pretty things Pretty lies, so what if I like pretty lies From where you are, to where I am now I need these pretty

pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectible, why not collect them all Obviously cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things All those pretty things

and making room for that gangster swing. Do you really think it's happening? I get that you like the attention, and I bet your forgetting to mention all the god damn things

[Instrumental]

Pretty things will rob you blind Pretty things will fade in time What lives inside of you still shines My pretty thing, my pretty thing, pretty thing

here to stay Oh, you pretty things (Oh, you pretty things) Don't you know you're driving your mothers and fathers insane Oh, you pretty things (Oh, you pretty things