We Are Drugs

Isn't It Pretty

It was funny, funny cause it’s hopeless. She’s fall down drunk on a Thursday. Pushes her laundry home in a cart like she’s homeless. She says I’m still so shady Well you’re a princess bag lady And I lose my thoughts It’s not my fault they make drinks here with six fucking shots. It’s so strange It doesn’t seem so strange It’s been seven months And we’re still twin flames And I moved on Still she’s brimming with charm That perfect skin touched my arm The kind that can win you The kind that singe you We bumped shoulders in the bar and the sparks still there She said you could have me (now) If you cared enough I dare you, I know that I still scare you. You and me can make that future grow. Isn’t it pretty to think so. Isn’t it pretty to think so. Said lately I’m doing fine, I’m on the mend, But every time I hurt again. Cause the truth is that I miss you every day. Sound of your voice. The way you sleep. And your heart and how deep it beats. When you hold me then I think I’m getting played. We bumped shoulders in the bar and the sparks still there. She said you could have me now, If you cared enough I dare you. I know that I still scare you. You and me can make that future grow. Isn’t it pretty to think so. Isn’t it pretty to think so. I’m on the road for a month of shows. That’s when I miss her. That’s when our distance grows. 600 miles away From the night we were before I remember we were trying For something more Flight arrivals, SFO Are the loneliest place I know And she’s back with that bar keep And I just want to sleep and watch Netflix In my big ass house Creeping on what I can’t fix And now there’s someone new Hammered into real Changes how I feel Not mangled, not triangled No it’s time to let it go Isn’t it pretty to think so Isn’t it pretty to think so (No it’s time to let it go) You and me can make our future grow Isn’t it pretty to think so Isn’t it pretty to think so Big black glasses and baby glow Life is ours at the after show Watch it grow, watch it grow Isn’t it pretty to think so

 
 

Art: Ericca Smith