Tiny Vessels (Demo)

It’s in the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.

I spent two weeks in Silverlake,
The California sun cascading down my face.
There was a girl with light brown streaks
And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
No she didn’t mean a thing to me.

I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking
As we moved together in the dark.
And all the friends that I was telling all the playful misspellings
And every bite I gave I left a mark.

When tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises that you said you didn't want to fade.
But they did and so did I that day.

And all I see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour.
So when you’d ask "is something wrong?"
I’d think "you're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."

So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more.
But it was vile, and it was cheap.
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me.