Perfect (acoustic)

Can't take champagne to the grave We all end up 6ft under anyway It doesn't matter who you were before Cause no ones actually keeping score - So why is everyone pretending that it matters What you're spending What you look like What you say When at the end of the day - No one makes it out alive There's no point in your pretty lies Drop designer, start a riot - Perfects going outta style I was never like them Sick of hitting my head on that glass ceiling Falling in line can be fatal I'd rather be an ugly mess than stable Why is everyone pretending that it matters what you're wearing Who you talk to Who you date When at the end of the day No one makes it out alive There's no point in your pretty lies Drop designer, start a riot - Perfects going outta style Ohh ohh I don't need no glitter dreams - I'm okay with crooked teeth All I need is just to feel like me Ohh ohh I don't need no glitter dreams - I'm okay with crooked teeth All I need is just to feel like me No one makes it out alive There's no point in your pretty lies Drop designer, start a riot - Perfects going outta style