Hayden Oran Perfect
A thousand different things to say,
When everyone goes their own way.
I try so f..cking hard to be,
I try so f..cking hard to be perfect.
A million ghosts, a million saints
And they're all dancing the same way.
I try so f..cking hard to be, I try so f..cking hard to be perfect.
I'm perfect, perfect.
I'm so perfect, perfect.
I'm perfect, perfect.
And who the hell are you?
Fifteen million ways to cope,
I cut my hands on the golden ropes.
I see treetops, treetops,
Treetops, treetops,
Treetops, treetops.
Oh you are vanity, you are beauty and the beast.
You are what you are, not what you see.
I see treetops, treetops. I see treetops, treetops.
I try so f..cking hard to be
I try so f..cking hard to be perfect.
I try so f..cking hard to be,
(I try so hard.)
I try so f..cking hard to be,
(I try so hard.)
Perfect.
