Made a wrong turn, or twice Dug my way out, blood and Bad decisions, alright Welcome to my silly Mistreated, misplaced, Miss 'No way, it's all good', it slow me down Mistaken, always guessing, underestimated Look, I'm around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, feel Like you are less than, than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, feel like you're nothing You're perfect to me
You're so mean you talk about yourself, you were wrong Change the voices in your head them like you instead So complicated, look happy, you'll it Filled with so much hatred, such a game enough, I've done all I can think of Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the
Pretty, pretty please, you ever, ever feel Like you are less than, than fuckin' perfect Pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing You're fuckin' to me
The whole world's scared so I swallow the The only I should be drinking is an ice cold beer So in line, and we try try try But we try too hard and it's a waste of my Done looking for the critics, cause they're They don{t like my jeans; don't get my hair ourselves, and we do it all the time Why do we do that? Why do I do
Why do I do Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty Pretty, pretty please, you ever, ever feel Like you're less than perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever Like you're nothing, you're fuckin' perfect to me, perfect, you're perfect Oh pretty, pretty please, if you ever, feel Like you're nothin' fuckin' perfect to me