Pretty Things

And oh, I’m still bleeding through my shirt

Can I go

I’ve found contentment in white double ceilings

Since I’ve been undone

And oh, hang me like roses

You can have something pretty

When I’m dried out and dead

Maybe I should’ve pushed you harder

Maybe this is my fault

No matter how long I lie here under water

Something feels wrong

And oh, hang me like roses

You can have something pretty

When I’m dried out and dead

Counting my footsteps

And being so clear

I just felt nothing

I swear

Counting my footsteps

And being so clear

I just felt nothing

I swear, I swear

Oh, hang me like roses

You can have something pretty

When I’m dried out and dead

And oh, hang me like roses

You can have something pretty

When I’m dried out and dead