(She's Pretty) Even when she cries

I remember how the wind danced through her hair I blink and she's not there, a shadow in the air I still hear her laugh and rosy cheeks would bloom A bittersweet cocoon, a virgin heart to glue All the times the smokin' and drinkin', a clouded mind was hard at thinkin' That's enough, now make way for your friends A hopeless pride I couldn't measure; a dying child's a crumbling treasure I've said my piece, but start to second guess And when it's all through, I realize I never knew She's pretty even when she cries, when she cries Mmm