Pretty

I'm feeling pretty in my brand-new heart attack
Go ahead and ring me up a bill you can't detest
Go ahead and wake me in a month, and if I look back
Promise that when you think about me, you're inviting me back

I'm not a coward or a fool, but I'm not fond of goodbyes
And in the night you take to him, see he's ready to die
Oh, what you do in my head, in my head under mine
Caught in the middle of your bullshit for the millionth time

Pick up the pieces all on my own
Tell me it's easy to love me
Give me a reason to call on you
I can look for a reason to trust me

I'm feeling pretty in my brand-new heart attack
Go ahead and ring me up a bill you can't detest
Go ahead and wake me in a month, and if I look back
Promise that when you think about me, you're inviting me back

I'm not a coward or a fool, but I'm not fond of goodbyes
And in the night you take to him, see he's ready to die
Oh, what you do in my head, in my head under mine
Caught in the middle of your bullshit for the millionth time