These are good lives
I've got all the time in the world
To make you realize
C'mon, c'mon
Pretty, pretty, pretty, sweet
When the sun hits the front porch
You'll start, light on your lids
Are you looking for honesty?
Well c'mon, c'mon
Don't ask me please
But are you looking for honesty?
Or are you open for sympathy?
Well it's a strange thing, the consequence
The punishment, the little white lies
The look into your eyes
The simplest things are so hard to get tonight
I think you'll regret this
I think you'll regret this
These are hard times
Reading between the lines
If you're looking for anything
C'mon, c'mon
Pretty, pretty, pretty sweet
