Pretty Things

Every time I think I have a new rose
She slips right through my fingers
Perfectly opposed to me
Every discussion we had
Ended in her blushing
And now she's tryna tell me that there's just no hope

What did I say
To make her run away?
I treat her special
Spent all of my money on her
I picked some rotten flowers out of the bunch
And now I'm 'bout to light up the whole fuckin' meadow

{Chorus]

I don't want to here about your pretty things now
I think it's better
Oh I think it's better

I don't want to here about your pretty things now
I think it's better
Oh I think it's better, baby

I met a fine young girl
We were just 14
I thought I loved her
She turned my spring straight into summer
I'd tell her jokes
Through a crooked smile
But little hope only lasts a while

Years rolled on and I stopped trying
I grew taller, made girls cry
And in the summer at a party
She said she's really sorry
She crawled up on my body so
Seven hours in heaven it was

I let the days go by
And asked why
She hadn't even tried to get back to me
I text her brother and in the end
He said she's sleeping in a bed with my best friend

{Chorus]

I don't want to here about your pretty things now
I think it's better
Oh I think it's better

I don't want to here about your pretty things now
I think it's better
Oh I think it's better, baby

Olivia
Sophia
Mia
Amelia
Freya
What I gotta do to make you mine?

There's Sophie
There's Ava
There's Ella
There's Isla
I don't know what my heart desires

Maybe it's best if I don't get you on me
Cuz you'll be on another guy in a week

{Chorus x 2]

I don't want to here about your pretty things now
I think it's better
Oh I think it's better

I don't want to here about your pretty things now
I think it's better
Oh I think it's better, baby