Perfect

Can't take champagne to the grave

We all end up six feet under anyways

It doesn't matter who you were before

'Cause no one's actually keeping score

So why is everyone pretending

That it matters what you're spending

What you look like

What you say

When at the end of the day

No one makes it out alive

There's no point in your pretty lies so

Fuck designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style

I was never like them

Sick of hitting my head on that glass ceiling

Falling in line can be fatal

I'd rather be a fucking mess than stable

Why is everyone pretending

That it matters what you're wearing

Who you talk to

Who you date

When at the end of the day

No one makes it out alive

There's no point in your pretty lies so

Fuck designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style

I don't need no glitter dreams

I'm okay with crooked teeth

All I need is just to feel like me

I don't need no glitter dreams

I'm okay with crooked teeth

All I need is just to feel like me

No one makes it out alive

There's no point in your pretty lies so

Fuck designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style

No one makes it out alive

There's no point in your pretty lies so

Fuck designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style