Love was a pretty thing to read about
Pulp magazines at night
Pocket screen, glitched lips, bubble-wrapped
Kisses and hugs
Maybe I was too caught up in the hype
And now the golden child must die
And maybe goodbye was a good hook for the line
I love my girl, but she treats me like a fast car
But running low on gas
The voice is strange, but I can read pretty well
The subtitles in your eyes
Oh everything is going to shit while I watch
Behind a zoo glass
Maybe I should've taken you out
To see the firework lights
And maybe goodbye was a good hook for the line
To end the call
Love was a pretty thing
Love was a pretty thing
Love was a pretty thing
Killer drones with mercy in their eyes
Love was a pretty thing
Love was a pretty thing
Love was a pretty thing
Killer drones with mercy in their eyes
Love was a pretty thing
Love was a pretty thing
Love was a pretty thing
Killer drones with mercy in their eyes