Talking around in way that makes me think it's all for show
But I know you're pressured.
Yeah I know you're pressured.
And they'll make it seem, I'm frowning upon the person you're trying to be.
It doesn't mean a thing to me.
Caught tripping over your two feet, and your words keep walking steadily.
If I'm dazed then you're confused, and in a smoky haze I wish that you'd see it too.
Think I'm perfect. I'm not perfect.
I can be imperfect too.
(I know that I'm not perfect).
Can you figure it out?
How a substance rolling freely beside you, can role beside me too?
And they'll make it seem,
I'm frowning upon the person you're trying to be.
It doesn't mean a thing to me.
Caught tripping over your two feet, and your words keep walking steadily.