The whole world is scared
So I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking
Is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying
And we tried tried tried
But we try too hard
It's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics
Cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans
They don't get my hair
Stringe ourselves
And we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?
Pretty pretty please
Don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty pretty please
If you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect to me.
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