Bright Eyes

Your looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black

Just keep going to the bathroom always say you'll be right back
well it takes one to know one kid, I think you got it bad
But what was simple in the moonlight by the mornings such a drag

You write such pretty words, but lifes no story book

Loves an excuse to get hurt, and to hurt

Do you like to hurt? I do, I do, then hurt me

On a stage I was pushed, with my sorrow well rehearsed

So give me all your pitty, and your money now

all of it