Keep the Mistakes, It's More Flattering That Way

And all the kinds of questions I've got in my head To project this kind of person on all the one's I've got left It makes it kinda easy to think that I'm not worth it Late liquor and tipsy even though the bottles not kicked yet (Oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh) Make me feel really smart Cuz I know I'm just a stupid puppet F*ck it! Sadness has a certain charm And it pays to be a someone who's unfit, worthless tool And every kinda person that I've let in my head To share all my f*ck up, to air all the dark secrets You make it sound so stupid when I can't process this Take you up on your offer, I'll let this Scotch speak instead Isn't it kinda dark? That I can't speak my mind To save this worthless Problem filled life of mine And I know it takes some time to perfect My own tunes