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