Something Pretty - Patrick Park

Here I am, where I’ve been

I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin

And my clothes are worn & gritty

And I know ugliness

Now show me something pretty

I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose

And too much weight for walking shoes

I could have died from being boring

As for loneliness

She greets me every morning

At the most I’m a glare

I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there

I’m the open sign that’s always busted

I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted

At the most I’m a glare

I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there

I’m the open sign that’s always busted

I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted

Here I am, where I’ve been

I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin

And my clothes are worn & gritty

And I know ugliness

Now show me something pretty

At the most I’m a glare

I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there

I’m the open sign that’s always busted

I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted

At the most I’m a glare

I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there

I’m the open sign that’s always busted

I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted