Dark nights, are pretty for me with streetlights. You can hurt me, but I’ll keep running back, because babe words don’t bleed, and it was my fault for the lack, of thought I give you, I’m sorry too. I silently cry, because I can’t form tears, it wasn’t your fault dear. I sit alone on a park bench at night, regretting and blaming myself for every fight, and I know it seems like I’m the worst one for you, I want you to be happy and it feels like I won’t do, dark nights, are pretty for me with streetlights. This isn’t a break up song, I’m sure, just sometimes it doesn’t feel like I’m your cure, sure I talk about my daddy issues a lot, but that’s because you cared to listen or so I thought, sometimes I want my heart to break, I know, I love you but sometimes I want you to let me go, so you can be happy. I silently cry, because I can’t form tears, it wasn’t your fault dear. I sit alone on a park bench at night, regretting and blaming myself for every fight, and I know it seems like I’m the worst one for you, I want you to be happy and it feels like I won’t do, dark nights, are pretty for me with streetlights. I’m sorry, I hurt you so much, and sometimes I get worried, that all I can say is that I love you so much. Streetlights are pretty, I know, but you’re so much prettier, I love you, mon amour.
