歌词
Perfect's never perfect, news already old
Go on and give me a reason not to slit my throat
I've got something special kept right up my sleeve
Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave
Settle back and quiet down
There's a new choir in town
A hypocritical melody
And I can't afford to let it affect my empty credit
I can't afford to listen to dreams
Don't wait up, I won't be coming back for you this time
Don't wait up, it's time for me to roll this loaded dice
Perfect's never perfect, news already old
Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
I've got something special kept right up my sleeve
Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave
Settle up and quiet down
My head is ringing out
And I've got nothing to say to you
I spend my whole life making all these master plan
With not a thought of what is in my hands
Don't wait up, I won't be coming back for you this time
Don't wait up, it's time for me to work this cooking lie
Perfect's never perfect, news already old
Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
I've got something special kept right up my sleeve
Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave
We'll be singing woah-oh
It makes no sense at all
Singing woah-oh
It makes no sense at all
Even if I had the world
It would never be enough
Even if I had your heart
Would I ever feel your love?
These four walls can keep me in
But I need to find a way
To find a way
Perfect's never perfect, news already old
Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
I've got something special kept right up my sleeve
Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave
Perfect's never perfect, news already old
Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
I've got something special kept right up my sleeve
Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave
We'll be singing woah-oh
It makes no sense at all
Singing woah-oh
It makes no sense at all
(Woah-oh)