The Lawrence Arms - Beautiful Things lyrics

Typewriter tell me what year it was Typing to the rhythm of a century on the cusp. We were out there smoking on the sidewalks We were lovers drinking to another song on the jukebox Don't k** all the beautiful things I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days I was so lost, and I was so young. Cinematic, I was cynical on the city bus literary wrote lyrics like I thought I was we were sleeping racing for the future bicycle tires spinning revolution. Don't k** all the beautiful things I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days I was so lost, and I was so young. The city was sweating in the summer heat I wrote melodies of regret to a def and empty street I was so lonely it started to rain, the lightning and thunder were singing my name I thought those songs could save me. I thought those songs could save me. Don't k** all the beautiful things I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days I was so lost, and I was so young. We were so lost, and we were so young. DON'T KILL ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS.