The Lament of Pretty Baby - Cursive

I saw something I was not supposed to see

A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me

The kitchen door was open a crack

So naively we peeked inside

Oh, darling sister, have they hurt you

Have they hurt you?

Uh-huh

Oh, Pretty Baby, they won’t touch you

They won’t touch you again

We will fix this incident

I don’t want to be seen as a pretty thing

'Cause it’s the pretty things

That we’re always breaking

And now she whispers into the mirror: «I'm broken»

Oh doctor, doctor, can you fix me

Can you fix me?

Uh-huh

Oh Pretty Baby, you’re so naive

But it comes off so cute

We don’t want to fix you

We love you just the way you are

The butterfly pinned to the page

The nightingale locked in the cage

Won’t you sing for me?

Sing for me, uh-huh

Yeah, we love you just the way you are

Crushed 'neath fashion magazines

Trampled by circus pony dreams

Won’t you kiss me?

Won’t you kiss me, uh-huh?

Oh please, mister, can’t you fix me?

Can’t you fix me?

Uh-huh

Someone, anyone, won’t you fix me?

Won’t you fix me?

Uh-huh

Oh, someone, please, the moon has raped me

I can feel it inside me

Oh, Mama, please let someone fix me!

Let them fix me, uh-huh

Let them fix me, uh-huh

So cry yourself to sleep

Cry yourself to sleep

I am strong, and you are weak

Wait, you are strong, and I am weak

Fuck, just cry yourself to sleep, uh-huh