Vārdi: Human For Sale. A Half-Step Off Perfect.

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I'd write you off if I thought it possible
I'll sit and scoff, there must be something
Wrong with me...I can't make you see

Take my heart out and tear it open
Replace it with something better at coping
With what I can't be
I can't make you see

That I will write anything
I will say anything
I'll change my clothes, my hair
I don't care
I'll be perfect for you

I'll hold your hand
Pick you up when you cannot stand
Don't give up on me now
I'll be perfect for you

Passed out under the stars
We'll recount stories of stories
Wasting time at a high school football game
And you won't remember my name

*Repeat*

*Chorus*

I smoked my first cigarette, I
Don't care, just wanted to
Impress you...How did I do?

Got you alone in my room
My god, I choked, couldn't make a move
couldn't touch you

But you saw to all my fears
Now every perfect line just disappears
Like dried up tears across your face
No, this night won't be erased

Oh no, no no, I get it
I know, this is getting pathetic
I should be with you, I'm doing this all wrong
Instead I'm singin' this fucking song

Oh no, no no, I get it
I know, this is getting pathetic
I should be with you, I'm doing this all wrong
Instead I'm singin' this fucking song

Oh no...

I will write anything
I will say anything
I'll change my clothes, my hair
I don't care

I'll hold your hand
Pick you up when you cannot stand
Don't give up on me now
I'll be perfect for you