Perfect

I have never found that perfect
is ever truly worth it.
What you hear and what you see
isn't necessarily who they'll be.
You might never measure up;
and you might never be enough.
No, I have never found that perfect
is ever truly worth it.

All the fear and insecurity
have brought me to my knees.
So where might you be now?
I don't really want to find out.
I got to wonder, babe,
are you looking for someone to save?
'Cause I swear I'm not your girl,
and I swear you're not my world.

So, I wonder how well you can be
and how you can put up with me,
when I am so deeply flawed.
Can't you see I'm an obvious fraud?
I promised never to lie to you,
and that is something I will not do.
However, I can shove you away;
give you a thousand reasons not to stay.

I swear that you are not to blame.
You'll never know that, and that's my shame.
I never mean to be this cold,
and my persona is getting rather old.
I guess you're still my blind boy;
you still feel like you're my toy...
Why can't you see that standing next to Mr. Perfect,
I can't help but feel worthless?