Pretty Song

I turn on the radio
There's always the pretty girl
With all those pretty songs
About a love that didn't last.

But when I grab my guitar
Where I keep my messy soul
All the things I thought would rhyme
Just don't work at all.

~chorus:
Cause it's not where we've come from
It's where we are now
All the times you made me laugh
All the times you made me so mad.
They come back in flashes
I can't get it out of my chest
And if this is what we'll feel for good
Then I won't write a pretty song.

And I know you're into the pretty country girls
Where I'll never belong
Cause I'm a city chick, I'm a living flame
But I hide in my room with the lights off
So I can watch the moon and slow dance

And all the plans we made
The dream of taking that plane
I don't know what was the mistake
But now it's too late...

~chorus:
Cause it's not where we've come from
It's where we are now
All the times you made me laugh
All the times you made me so mad.
They come back in flashes
I can't get it out of my chest
And if this is what we'll feel for good
Then I won't write a pretty song.

~bridge:
It's not that you don't deserve it, we just got it wrong
I won't sing it like everything will be okay
My head is stuck in all the stuff I thought would save us
But instead just showed me why I couldn't stay.
Cause it's not worth it
I don't deserve it
You can't change me and then walk away
This time you won't have the final say
Cause among it all, there is no "us", no
And our story is not a pretty song.