Pretty

I've been runnin’ round
Circles in the ground
I hope you think they're pretty
Cause I've been fallin’ fast
Through ceilings made of glass
I hope it looks pretty, yeah
I hope it looks pretty, I do
Hope it looks pretty like you
Cause I've been fallin' fast, through ceilings made of glass
I hope that it looks pretty-y, (Yeah)

I guess I'll never be comfortable
I'll never be fully functional, no
And it only takes one to know
But I know it takes one to know one
And once you know one, you know em all
Just got all this money, it's nothin' less you show it off
Tell me when you work, your mind can walk out your cubicle
Tell me if you work, you work for something that's beautiful

I’ve been runnin’ round
Circles in the ground
I hope you think they're pretty
Cause I’ve been fallin' fast
Through ceilings made of glass
I hope it looks pretty, yeah
I hope it looks pretty, I do
Hope it looks pretty like you
Cause I've been fallin' fast, through ceilings made of glass
I hope that it looks pretty-y, yeah