Think She’d Be Pretty
Think she’d be pretty if it weren’t for the scars on her face
And on her back arise cherry blossoms of pain
Neutral I’ve been and neutral I’ve tried to stay
Though blown by her breath as if I had sails
How many holes can you count in the palms of her hands
Drawn there by pens that she stole from the liquor store
How many smiles can she crack in the course of a day
Or crush in a night just to watch them slip away
Think she’d be pretty if it weren’t for the stars in her eyes
Burning through space and into my mind
Riding a camel is the way I remember her best
Sloppy with her rash and messing up her dress
How many teeth can you pull from the base of her spine
To put in a box with the needles from her eyes
I know I sound confused but what’s the point of being clear
I think that I’m alone when I know she is here
I’ve been holding on too long
I’ve got to go
Morning lights a pretty path down the road
Think she’d be pretty if it weren’t for the scum on her teeth
She leaves in a sink in a bathroom she won’t clean
I painted a heart and I threw it on the floor
I painted it in black and I threw it out the door
Think she’d be pretty if she was but I don’t, so she’s not
All I do is think of the things she hasn’t got
How can we live in a world that’s so insane
To hide from ourselves such a beautiful brain
I’ve been holding on too long
I’ve got to go
Morning lights a pretty path down the road
I’m sure that we’ve exhausted everything we’ve ever wanted
I think we’d get up and then, why don’t we get up and then
I’m sure there’s nothing to it
Why don’t we just go and do it
I’m sure we’ll meet on down the road