maybe you're not?

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 Silver lake

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 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 “Is something wrong?”

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