I see your eyes looking at me Oh yeah, all right, love has started to take You have given I have taken a picture This might not last forever
Your eyes beauty, and tequila These eyes give this a reason Baby on the plane Woman shaking beside her
Oh yeah, your eyes, and tequila Get me through today Baby on the plane, The woman next to her was so old And she was shaking Why do we go through this 'Cause of the way you look at me
Coffee in the morning And wine in the evening And everything else is boring, boring
You are a nothing But all I can think of is you The sun could be shining, But all i can see is a black and blue
Bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises
At the moment, I talked all my way out of that But heavy with feeling, I know that I weigh extra fat Was trying to be sleeping And these always thoughts came to me Was something that took to get me out bed, misery
Make it better, all right Make it better, all right Make it better, Make me better
So shook-ed with feeling I drift back to it easily How did you do it Make more out of nothing of me
Bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises
And when you start counting There's too much to count And it's all repetition And what did we do by the way?
I know it's a warning But all i can think of is coffee in the morning Wine in the evening And everything else is a black or boring bruise, bruise
Make it better, all right Make it better, all right Make me better Make me better, all right
Do you ever think of me When you're through thinking of you Do you ever think of when we met Do I ever cross your mind As you're crossing the street All the time thoughts of you in your head
The world revolves around you But it revolves around me too So how could we see the same one
It's a lonely life What a lonely life It's a lonely life
Do you ever want to know Anything past your face Do you ever think of other things Like how about me, wouldn't that be something All the time, thoughts of me in your head
Oh it's all right Oh it's just good We are so selfish together What a lonely life It's a lonely life What a lonely life
Small heads, small heads Small heads, small heads
How convenient to forget All the lies that you say When you're really really drunk Like me Did I ever think of you Did you ever think of me Probably not, with our heads in the clouds
The world revolves around you But it revolves around me too So how could we see the real one What a lonely life It's a lonely life What a lonely life
He's happy cause i didn't say What I think anyway I can't tell him what I think He's happy 'cause I said you look gorgeous I wanted to say you suck Everything, you suck Everything
He's happy cause he knows he got away with it He knows my love runs deeper than my feelings I can't say, I can't tell him what I think So pretend what I say
Still protecting the boy from the truth Mr. control you lose, you lose Why does he call me, I'm so nice on the phone In a bad fucking way I suck, dignity, I suck He's happy in a nice fucking way He's happy, he sucks I'm quiet, I suck
He's happy in a nice fucking way I'm quiet I suck She's happy in a bad sort of way They're happy, they suck
So what if your heroes changed their minds And all you thought was right flew out the window And all you based your life on wasn't real
So what if your hero sells its soul And all your wildest dreams seem dull and dreary And all your secret thoughts seem cheap and lonesome
What you going to do so all alone now
Singing to the birds Singing to the birds Singing to the birds Singing
So what if your hero fades away And all the things you thought were orange were gray now Who is it who brings you some new colors
So what if your hero never was What you going to do So all alone there
Singing to the birds Singing to the birds Singing
It's partly sunny, it's partly rain, mostly curious Or full of pain You could learn to love yourself Singing to the birds
And what if your hero never was And all the time you wasted wasn't real And all your wounds decided just to heal And all your wildest dreams were full of color And all your secret thoughts belonged to you What you going to do so all alone here
Singing to the birds Singing to the birds Singing to the birds Singing
It's partly sunny, partly rain, mostly curious or full of pain You got to learn to count on someone 'Cause it's mostly pain And it's kind of curious when it rains and You could learn to love yourself You could learn to love yourself You could even learn to be yourself Singing to the birds