More Songs before this journal DIES
Death Cab for Cutie
This is the moment that you know that you told her that you loved her but you don't
You touched 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
I 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 all the playful misspellings and every bite I gave that left a mark
Then 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 gray clouds in the distance moving closer with every hour
*So when you'd ask "Is something wrong?" (I'd 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 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.
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me.
This is the moment that you know that you told her that you loved her but you don't
You touched 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
I 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 all the playful misspellings and every bite I gave that left a mark
Then 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 gray clouds in the distance moving closer with every hour
*So when you'd ask "Is something wrong?" (I'd 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 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.
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me.