Perfect

And i’m alone again

Trying to focus the point

The point, I cannot see it

I need your help again.

That’s why I wanted to write to ya

Cuz you can solve the whole problem

Cold hands or heartache or hunger or what it is

So now pick up that phone and you now the number

And you know every word you have to say

To make me feel good again

And don’t pretend to be numb, or such an idiot

Cuz you’re too perfect, too perfect to fail

Make me fell good again.

You own it all to me

Still I feel I’m egoist

Asking you to love me

But what’s so wrong about it?

When you don’t care bout love

And all this stuff, you’re over it

At least pretend to me

Just to me, not to her

And if you decide you wanna care

I’m ready to tell you everything bout love

The way you thought me.

But I won’t take my phone even though I know the number

And I know by heart the words I’d had to say

They wouldn’t make me feel good again.

I just pretend to be numb or such an idiot

Think you’re too perfect, to perfect to believe

That I feel good again.

Don’t worry if you don’t know how to make me feel fine

I can handle it, I’ll do it for you

I’m sure you’re perfect enough to solve my whole life’s problems

But I can handle it

Till I go out of mind

And you pick up your phone, see you know the number

And you say you don’t know the words

To make me feel good again

You tell me bout being numb, and such an idiot

And I really think it’s perfect what you say

Even if it won’t make me feel good again

But everything’s so perfect, the way you say it

Makes me feel like feeling good again.