Pretty

I'm not the person down the block

I'm not the kid you like a lot

I drive 500 miles a week

I count my words I hate to speak

I remember seeing you in dreams

Trying to understand what this sadness means

I hate the way I feel confused

Like I'll always be a part of you

You were such an idol

Yeah you were the whole world

Now you see you look pretty broken

Pretty broken

I'm not a dreamer in their prime

I'm consistently not worth your time

Sometimes I feel so far away

It's hard to think I'll ever stay

There was a person I once knew

He built a molehill out of glue

He claimed I was too close to stick

But somehow I'm still stuck in it

You were such an idol

Yeah you were the whole world

Now you see you look pretty broken

Pretty broken

Pretty broken

Pretty broken