I got change in a pocket somewhere,
Got a letter in a box
Tired of waiting for the bus to nowhere,
tired of chasing these dumb thoughts

I don't tell lies no more, you know,
I just don't tell the truth
I don't know what I'm looking for, ya' know
But I'm not looking for proof

I have a tricky love affair, you know
With the place where I grew up
But It knows I'll never leave, you know
And if you worry too much

I hate to see you despair, oh don't you do it
I hate to see you screw up
But it knows I can hardly
Grief when is hard to give a
Hard to give a... (wow!)

What keeps me here?
Is not the boy who gives the funny feel
So no one keeps me here
Is not to be paid for the wheel

What the hell keeps me here?
In a dark hotel another door
The road don't seem so clear, and changing
Feels like fear, so you know

I'm dark and pretty down
All dark and pretty down
All dark and handsome down
I'm dark and pretty down
My Dark And Pretty Down!