Prettier

I'm not dizzy I'm just out of place

And I understood what she said when I heard her say

"In This life I'm never satisfied".

And we're moving so slow,

we're sweating in fields,

laying down in the dirt, with the dust in our eyes.

I've got a craving for meaning,

and it just can't be curbed,

I've got a dead feeling

and now nothing hurts.

and everything's painted too red,

when at the base its all gray.

Like the beauty in your face.

And we're craving for more,

we're rattling the cage,

laying down in the dirt, exposing our ways.

I've got an urge to get moving,

and it just can't be cured

because the highway lines

always look prettier blurred.

Like your hands in your pockets

your hair in your face,

talking for hours

talking for days.

Well Sometimes your prettiest

when there's tears in the way.

Sometimes your prettier

When you've made a mistake.