Your Perfect

Did it turn out the way you planned? If you are really like me, you are going to be so bored in heaven Is it fear or conceit that keeps you alive? We all need our reasons, so I guess either one is fine It's too bad. It's too bad how your idea of perfect is the same as mine It's too bad. It's too bad how I'd rather be dead, I hate killing time I don't want you to change, I just wish you'd pick up your phone And you say it like it's a bad thing, but I'm glad you're not emotional To be so true, I'd see right through, never feel bad, hey that's just you It's too bad. It's too bad how my idea of perfect is the same as yours It's too bad. It's so fucking sad how being free and loved is an exhausting chore Why don't you tell me what you want? Because you know I'd be it all Even if nothing is what you are looking for, oh Especially if nothing is what you are looking for