Too Pretty to be Lonely

his bed's a mess
a collectedness of
all his sad blue dreams
his jeans are ripped
his smile infectious 
to every girl he meets

he's too pretty to be lonely

his guitar is his friend
he sinks his sin
on pages full of ink
nothing he can't say
no one he can't reach

his kiss is yours
his goodbye swallows you
his eyes are sad
but he's not looking for a queen

he's too pretty to be lonely

he'll never need you
be that weak for you
he's not ready to bleed that deep
his hands a prayer
but he don't pray
music's his love
he'll never hold you that way

he's too pretty to be lonely

he is summer, burning your skin
he'll break the rules
he knows when to fly