Letra da Música Pretty City/bad Times de The Pettit Project

This town is a custom-made crazy
It fits me like a personal Hades
Locked down all my fears and all my pain
My home is calling out

One time and it never got better
Two times and my face was redder
Three times, all coincidence shattered
Something's got me scared like a hunter with antlers

It constantly
Goes horribly
But then it came to me
One night (one night, one night)

On a cramped flight with a bad movie on
Next to a screaming child in a bad mother's arms
I thought to myself,
"Is this where all my life's gone?"

In a pretty city with a beautiful view
Where nothing is gained and nothing ever comes true
Bad times sometimes
Spark a healthy change in you

I know (what) that I sleep at night
With my (yeah) newly found insight
Bad luck can be positive despite
Overwhelming odds; everything will be all right

(I'm always waiting on tomorrow
Well-thought plans don't follow through, though)

It constantly
Goes horribly
But then it came to me
One night

On a cramped flight with a bad movie on
Next to a screaming child in a bad mother's arms
I thought to myself,
"Is this where all my life's gone?"

In a pretty city with a beautiful view
Where nothing is gained and nothing ever comes true
Bad times sometimes
Spark a healthy change in you

It all
Happens
For a predetermined reason
Scales don't favour sides

Dark skies
Declines
Bad times cycle like the seasons
It makes for pleasant highs

On a cramped flight with a bad movie on
Next to a screaming child in a bad mother's arms
I thought to myself,
"Is this where all my life's gone?"

In a pretty city with a beautiful view
Where nothing is gained and nothing ever comes true
Bad times sometimes
Spark a healthy change in you

On a cramped flight with a bad movie on
Next to a screaming child in a bad mother's arms
I thought to myself,
"Is this where all my life's gone?"

In a pretty city with a beautiful view
Where nothing is gained and nothing ever comes true
Bad times sometimes
Spark a healthy change in you