Kind of Perfect

Can I just be something Somewhere in your room That you won't notice Maybe I'll be paper Or books thrown on your floor Move me when you want to I'll live where you put me In your VCR If I become a cassette Or on top of you computer If that's where I would fit Then so be it But things can't be perfect All the time That I know Sometimes we just have to let somethings go I will not speak one word I'll just hang around I won't annoy you at all When you move out I'll stay Until I'm thrown away But then it won't matter But things can't be perfect All the time That I know Sometimes we just have to let somethings go I promise to stop now