Pretty

I'm not the person down the block
I'm not the kid you like a lot
I drive five-hundred miles a week
I count my words, I hate to speak
I remember seeing you in dreams
Trying to understand what this sadness means
I hate the way I feel confused
Like I'll always be a part of you

You were such an idol
Yeah, you were the whole world
Now, you see, you look pretty broken
Pretty broken

I'm not a dreamer in their prime
I'm consistently not worth your time
Sometimes I feel so far away
It's hard to think I'll ever stay
There was a person I once knew
He built a molehill out of glue
He claimed I was too close to stick
But somehow I'm still stuck in it

You were such an idol
Yeah, you were the whole world
Now, you see, you look pretty broken
Pretty broken
Pretty broken
Pretty broken