truth

death cab for cutie - tiny vessels

This is the moment that, you know,
that you told 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.

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
and all the playful misspellings
and every bite I gave you left a mark.

And 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.

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