Pretty Faces, Shitty Places

One Dead Three Wounded

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Highway miles make you far from me
On these highways you'll find some pretty faces
Dispersed among the most desolate places
A million miles from hometown embraces
You'll find warmth in the arms of perfect strangers
To the floor in pieces
Some songs will resurrect feelings lost in a town you left.
Till I sleep on your floor again.
Here's a song for the back of your head.
Pretty faces, Shitty places, Pretty faces.
And we're walking out the door.
I feel the red lights, I hear the soundwaves end.
I see two honest eyes in a crowd of heads.
Pretty faces in a crowd. Shitty places in a town.
I broke my throat screaming all these faces.
I fell in love with the sound in abandoned spaces.
Cell phones don't reach home. It's okay we ain't alone.
It's okay cause for more we ain't alone.
So long we're gone, we're out.