Lyric

Pink one

Gold one

Little cruel choice

My hand got quiet

Like it lost its voice

I saw the pretty

I saw the price

Then made a murder

Look polite

One clean line

Through the softest thing

One small no

With a wedding ring

I Crossed Out Something Pretty

And called it good

I killed my little wanting

Like I knew I should

I Crossed Out Something Pretty

With a steady hand

Some girls learn hunger

Some girls call it a plan

Blue ink

Thin scratch

Sweet thing gone

I left the cute one

Bleeding on the page too long

No one applauded

No one came near

Just me and the list

And my bright little fear

I made it cheaper

I made it clean

I made my wanting

Less obscene

I Crossed Out Something Pretty

And called it good

I killed my little wanting

Like I knew I should

I Crossed Out Something Pretty

With a steady hand

Some girls learn hunger

Some girls call it a plan

Do not be soft

Do not be loud

Do not pick joy

From the front of the crowd

Do not need ribbon

Do not need red

Sleep like a good girl

With gravel in your bed

But pretty was looking

Pretty was there

Pretty had teeth

Pretty had hair

Pretty said take me

Pretty said now

I put my pen down

Like a loaded mouth

I Crossed Out Something Pretty

But it did not die

It followed me home

With a bright black eye

I Crossed Out Something Pretty

And kept the ache

A cute little crime

For discipline’s sake

The list looked tidy

The want stayed awake