This is the moment that you know That you told her that you loved her but you don’t. You touch her skin and then you think That she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me. Yeah, she is beautiful but she don’t 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 didn’t mean a thing to me. Yeah she was beautiful but she didn’t mean a thing to me.
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 And all the playful misspellings And every bite i gave you left a mark
Tiny vessels oozed into your neck And formed the bruises That you said you didn’t want to fade But they did and so did i that day
All i see are dark grey clouds In the distance moving closer with every hour So when you ask “was something wrong?” That i think “you’re damn right there is but we can’t talk about it now. No, we can’t talk about it now.”
So one last touch and then you’ll go And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more But it was vile, and it was cheap And you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me Yeah you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me [x2]
I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.