This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you dont
You touched her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful, but she dont mean a thing to me.
Yeah she is beautiful, but she dont 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 didnt mean a thing to me
Yeah she was beautiful, but she didnt 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 that left a mark
Then tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didnt want to fade
But they did and so did I that day
All I see are dark gray clouds in the distance moving closer with every hour
So when youd ask, "Is something wrong?" (Id say)
"Youre damn right there is, but we cant talk about it now. No we cant talk about it now."
So one last touch and then youll go and well pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you dont mean a thing to me
Yeah, you are beautiful but you dont mean a thing to me.
Yeah, you are beautiful but you dont mean a thing to me.
