Mr. Perfect, he doesn't exist,
So why do I keep expecting him to pop up?
True love seems so easy to find,
I guess I'm just out of luck.
My words they always seem to twist,
But yet theirs are never true.
With the way they talk to me,
I can't help that I'm feeling blue.
I know who I am,
And whom I deserve.
So why the fuck do I like these idiots?
When will I ever learn?
I can smile & laugh,
When I'm with them.
But put a little distance,
And it's all gone in the wind.
