Made a wrong turn once or twice. Dug my way out blood and fire. Bad decisions that's alright. Welcome to my silly life. Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, miss no way it's all good, it didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing, under estimated. Look I am still around. Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel, like you're less than fucking perfect. Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing. You're fucking perfect to me. The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear. The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer. So cool in line and we try, try, try. But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time. Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere. They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair. Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time. Why do we do that? Why do I do that?