I'm alive

I'm alive

I'm alive

Perfect, perfect, perfect

Perf, perfect, perfect

Perfect, perfect

Perfect

Hate how I walk

Hate how I talk

Every word I use is stupid

Oh, Lord

Why do I do this?

I know it's useless

They say I'm kind, I'm good, I

Doubt it

(If, if, if, if, if, if, if)

Doubt it

(If, if, if, if, if, if, if)

(If) Just go

Wait

Perfect, perfect, perfect

Perf, perfect, perfect

Perfect, perfect

All that I want is to get in the middle

I'm up or I'm down, and the placement is brittle

I do what I can, but my doing is fickle

I make all my plans and I burn them to ash

Lately, I don't even know if the past

Was actually better; so much of it's sad

I hate when I lie 'cause it makes me feel trapped

It makes me feel like I'm becoming my dad

Doubt it

(If, if, if, if, if, if, if)

Doubt it

(If, if, if, if, if, if, if)

Wait