Made a wrong turn, or twice Dug my way out, and fire Bad decisions, alright Welcome to my silly Mistreated, misplaced, Miss 'No way, all good', it didn't slow me down Mistaken, second guessing, underestimated Look, I'm around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, feel Like you are less than, less than fuckin' Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, feel like you're nothing fuckin' perfect to me
You're so mean when you talk yourself, you were wrong Change the voices in your head make them like you So complicated, look happy, make it Filled so much hatred, such a tired game It's enough, I've all I can think of down all my demons, I've seen you do the same
Pretty, please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you are less than, than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're fuckin' perfect to me
The whole world's so I swallow the fear 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 a waste of my time Done looking for the critics, they're everywhere They don{t my jeans; they don't get my hair Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the Why do we do that? Why do I do
Why do I do Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty Pretty, please, don't you ever, ever feel Like less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever Like you're nothing, fuckin' perfect to me, yeah You're perfect, perfect Oh pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel Like you're you're fuckin' perfect to me