Perfect – Aaron California
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Perfect

You know, I don't know who this is for
So fuck it. It's for me

I'm disappointed, looks like I've fallen off the wagon
Don't know where I went wrong, I can't remember what had happened
One second I'm alive and I'm with friends and we're all laughing
The next I'm hungover and I'm alone and can't stop yacking
Fucking damnit I've had it, I grab another beer and slam it
Then it's back to the liquor store for a bottle then I crack it
Man, it's funny that I used to think it amplified my passion
Now it only brings depression and I wish I could move past it
I'm ignoring the people who truly give a damn about me
Becausе I get a lecture anytimе that they're around me
I promise I'll do better if you would just stop doubting
Except that I've been wasted every time you've ever found me
Now I'm drowning in my own lies, I've lost sight of my honesty
This alcohol's my fuel and now I see just where it's gotten me
Wish I was someone else! Someone give me a lobotomy
I'll probably regardlessly keep drinking irresponsibly cuz

I never said that I was perfect
No I never claimed to be
But I was always so concerned with
What you might think of me

I can't avoid it, looks like I'm back on my prescriptions
For some reason I always tell myself it will be different
The doctor said to take them, that's the only time I've listened
They make me feel like I've found everything that I've been missing
For a minute, then it fades & you can see it in my face
I am not sure what I've done and I am not sure what to say
But my grin keeps growing bigger after every pill I take
I wish that I could stay this happy, but this happiness is fake
Now I'm ignoring the people who can remind me of myself
Because if I don't then I might realize I need some help
If they could only see that, in my mind, my life's been hell
But I pretend that nothing's wrong, it's no surprise they couldn't tell
Now I'm selling my soul, but won't get much in this economy
So unless you plan to buy I really don't think you should talk to me
Wish I was someone else, I'm sick of life and how it's taunting me
I've gotta leave. Don't know where else to go so I'll keep popping these

Popping these
Popping these
Popping these
Don't know where else to go so I'll keep popping these

I never said that I was perfect
No I never claimed to be
But I was always so concerned with
What you might think of me

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