Pretty Things Songtext
von Mo Kenney

Pretty things
I can′t be bothered with these pretty things
They scoop me up when I'm unhappy
They tick 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 slap pain
It shakes you up ′til you are nothing
It shakes you up ′til you're a pretty thing

Pretty things
I′m not affected by your pretty face
This is the last time I come running
The coarse and hellish wolves 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