Scott Street - The Pretty Flowers

When I was younger My daddy told me I would never Never amount to nothing special He'd come at me from every angle He'd say, "You're the last thing I wanted, the last thing I need How am I gonna answer when my friends tell me My son was kissing boys in the street? My son was kissing boys in the street" He'd try to change me Say I'm embarrassing my country How could I do this to my family? Do I wanna grow up being lonely? He'd say, "We have worked for our money We've put you in school Is this how you repay us? Do you think this is cool? My son, stop kissing boys in the street My son, stop kissing boys in the street" Now that I'm older My daddy's heart's a little warmer But he still won't hug me like my brother And he still won't kiss me like my mother He'd say, "You're a part of this family, I made you myself But the way that you act isn't good for your health My son, stop kissing boys in the street My son, stop kissing boys in the street" My daddy's dying But he's finally realized I'm not lying We sit in silence, but we're smiling Because for once, we are not fighting He'd say, "There was no way of knowing 'cause all I was taught is Men only love women, but now I'm not sure My son, keep kissing boys in the street My son, keep kissing boys in the street And when I'm gone, keep kissing boys in the street"

When your fire was electrical And lies felt like the truth You burned just like the sun at night And you were in your youth The summer made relationships That time could never fade The rules were like the beach at night Lost under a haze I can spit a lot of nothing You're bound to find something Hidden in the words I say When I'm next to you Making off with an old love letter Sunlight's got a light that's better For spitting out cassette tape dreams On the kitchen floor Life is just a spectacle You brag about to your friends Figure out your use sometimes When you step outside of trends Run on like a paragraph That needs to be cut up Stuck inside my head at night Never waking up I can spit a lot of nothing You're bound to find something Hidden in the words I say When you're next to me Making off with an old love letter Sunlight's got a light that's better For spitting out out cassette tape dreams On the kitchen floor I can spit a lot of nothing You're bound to find something Hidden in the words I say When you're next to me

Tracking time with coffee cups Conversations resolute You're picking up the pieces When you're trying not to get cute Trying not to get cute You know you really, really chip my paint There's only so many Mistakes that you can make Before you drop the crate Drop the crate I can see your wires, the part of you you're making up I can see your wires, the part of you you're making up I could be your passenger I could navigate the bends The forks, the dirty floors Cleaning up the mess Cleaning up the mess What I have, I've given up I've been driving around some parking lots Just trying to kick up dust Trying to kick up dust I can see your wires, the part of you you're making up I can see your wires, the part of you you're making up You know you really, chip my paint There's only so many Mistakes that you can make Before you drop the crate Drop the crate

Tell me everything you know I've got a lot of time, I don't wanna go Distracted by all those horrible sounds Coming from the radio You've got a couple friends, they're not your crew They're all practice punch with no follow-through The ocean got you so confused You thought you could turn it around But there was nothing to do You put yourself in the opposite shoe If it's all the same to you, it's nothing I'd rather do It was clear as mud to me, floating like a tarp on top of the sea Now there's nowhere to go to stop the sound of the radio The ocean got you so confused You thought you could turn it around But there was nothing to do You put yourself in the opposite shoe The ocean got you so confused The ocean got you so confused (so confused) That there was nothing to do You put yourself in the opposite shoe

Some girls always try To make it hard to leave Lace your boots up boy You can't resole your soul Think about the past so much Nostalgia was your favorite crutch To use to get around To cut in front of line To make the feeling stick To burn your buildings down Those threads of memories I pull to get to you Though little steps I took Can't trace them back again How can you feel regret For things that haven't happened yet? Some girls always try To make you see yourself Think about the past so much Nostalgia was your favorite crutch To use to get around To cut in front of line To make the feeling stick To burn your fucking buildings down