Perfect

I'm so perfect you say
I'm so special, no one can compare
How can you see all these things in me?
I can't believe you

I'm looking in my funhouse mirror
I'm disgusted by what I see
I strain to catch a glimpse of the light
You claim to see around me

And the more I try to run away
The more you pull me back
And the more you try to love me
The more that I attack
I just can't see what you see in me


You want to destroy self-portraits that I paint
Through Picasso's eyes
But it's hard to discard
Weapons that I use
In my daily self-destruction

And the more I try to run away
The more you pull me back
And the more you try to love me
The more that I attack
I just can't see what you see in me


I'm sitting on the corner of paranoid and hopelessness
Waiting, waiting
For you to take me away
I'm always trying to get rid of you
When what I really want
Is for you to stay

And the more I try to run away
The more you pull me back
And the more you try to love me
The more that I attack
I just can't see what you see in me


I want to see what you see
I wish I could see what you see
In me