Mo Kenney - Pretty Things lyrics

Pretty things I can't be bothered with these pretty things They scoop me up when I'm unhappy They take and take until there's nothing But I don't learn I make the same mistakes and old wrong turns It's like a bee sting or a slapping It shakes you up 'till you are nothing It shakes you up 'till you're a pretty thing Pretty thing I'm not affected by your pretty face This is the last time I come running The ghosts and hellish lows are coming Watch and learn Your empty head is like a trigger I fill it up when no one's looking The string inside my chest keeps pulling I fill you up 'cause you're a pretty thing