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 And 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 Here I am Where I've been Walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin My clothes are worn and gritty And I know ugliness Now show me something pretty At the most I'm a glare I'm the hopless 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