You said you couldn't make the show
Called me when I was in line
Pity, I'm on the ground outside
It's different then it was before
Left you at the bar
Witty comeback fresh on my teeth
That room was full of us
The books and the keys meant something to me
But I can't make meals out of walls
It seems I was made for this
It came so naturally
Letting you down
And you did the same to me
I tried to understand
Took your hand in mine
Coldly said"it'll be fine"
I'm different then I was before
The city and stars playing notes on guitar
Trust me I hate the way I sound
It seems we were made for this
Feel like taxidermy
Stuffed to the brim with nothing with nothing
But we could be pretty on the outside (do you pity me?)
We could be pretty on the outside (do you pity me?)
I know you pity me.