This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don´t.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don´t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don´t mean a thing to me.

I spent two weeks in Silver lake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks,
And she was beautiful but she didn´t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she was beautiful but she didn´t mean a thing to me.

I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking,
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that I was telling
All the playful misspellings
and every bite I gave you left a mark

Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn´t want to fade
But they did, and so did I that day

All I see are dark Grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask "Is something wrong?"
I think "You´re damn right there is but we can´t talk about it now.
No, we can´t talk about it now."

So one last touch and then you´ll go
And we´ll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
and you are beautiful but you don´t mean a thing to me
yeah you are beautiful but you don´t mean a thing to me (x2)