Patrick Park - Something Pretty

Here I am, where I’ve been I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, And my clothes are worn & gritty. And I know ugliness, Now show me something pretty. I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose And too much weight for walking shoes. I could have died from being boring. As for loneliness, She greets me every morning. At the most I’m a glare, I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there. I’m the open sign that’s always busted. I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted. At the most I’m a glare, I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there. I’m the open sign that’s always busted. I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted. Here I am, where I’ve been I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, And my clothes are worn & gritty. And I know ugliness, Now show me something pretty. At the most I’m a glare, I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there. I’m the open sign that’s always busted. I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted. At the most I’m a glare, I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there. I’m the open sign that’s always busted. I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.