Tiny vessels
This is the moment that you knowThat you told her that you loved her but you don'tYou touch her skin and then you thinkThat she is beautifulBut she don't mean a thing to meYeah, she is beautifulBut she don't mean a thing to me
I spent two weeks in Silver LakeThe California sun cascading down my faceThere was a girl with light brown streaksAnd she was beautifulBut she didn't mean a thing to meYeah, she was beautifulBut she didn't mean a thing to me
I wanted to believeIn all the words that I was speakingAs we moved together in the darkAnd all the friends that I was tellingAll the playful misspellingsAnd every bite I gave you left a mark
Tiny vessels oozed into your neckAnd formed the bruisesThat you said you didn't want to fadeBut they did, and so did I that day
All I see are dark gray cloudsIn the distance moving closer with every hourSo when you ask, "Is something wrong?"I think, "You're damn right there isBut we can't talk about it nowNo, we can't talk about it now"
So one last touch and then you'll goAnd we'll pretendThat it meant something so much moreBut it was vile, and it was cheapAnd you are beautifulBut you don't mean a thing to meYeah, you are beautifulBut you don't mean a thing to meYeah, you are beautifulBut you don't mean a thing to me