Pretty Things

Little Homes · 2016

I stand naked waiting,
For my sickly body to take shape.
Don't look! I'm still getting ready,
Oh my happiness just a year away.
I spend all my waking hours,
Grazing through the shadows
—
still no luck.
I stand neck deep in the water,
As it
rises up, yeah it rises up, oh.

All my friends are interesting,
Photogenic pretty things,
Can't help showing it off.
And all my friends are happy,
With their skinny little bodies,
Can't make sense of it all.

I sweat,
Running, baby, running; plastic picke
t fences line my sight.
Tonight,
(Gotta) gotta hit the treadmill,
Gotta earn that body make it pop pop pop pop
Particles,
Peculiar
Pectoral muscles.
Dehydrate,
Accentuate,
My soft abdomen.

All my friends are interesting,
Photogenic pretty things,
Can't
help showing it off.
And all my friends are happy,
With their skinny little bodies,
Can't make sense of it all.

Words by Luke Francis Walton & Brandon Woodward (BMI). All FEiN lyrics.

Pretty Things — FEiN lyrics

Pretty Things