Letras
They wanna make me picture perfect
Lost in fantasy
But I can't fit inside their frame
It's never meant for me
Too bad I like my flaws too much
Guess that's a tragedy
Rather be a glitch than be their clone
That's just reality
"Pick a path, don't look back, make it all make sense"
"Don't get lost, don't slip up, no time to second guess"
"Get a nine-to-five, keep your future bright"
"Pick a dream by 22, make it real, make it true"
"Make it real, make it true, pick a dream by 22"
"Make it real, make it true, pick a dream by 22"
Chasing perfection leaves scars unseen
Their kind of success kills self-esteem
Tell me how to win when the game ain't fair
Tell me how to breathe with no fucking air
They wanna make me picture perfect
Lost in fantasy
But I can't fit inside their frame
It's never meant for me
Too bad I like my flaws too much
Guess that's a tragedy
Rather be a glitch than be their clone
That's just reality
They wanna make me picture perfect
Lost in fantasy
Make me work an office job
But then they say I'm way too hot
Too bad I like my flaws too much
Guess that's a tragedy
Rather be a glitch than be their clone
That's just reality
They say, "Work real hard, keep your head down"
"Build your life up, don't you mess around"
But I see 'em stuck in the same routine
Same four walls, same old dream
Do you want me to serve you plates or serve you face?
Sign my life just to play it safe?
If I hate the prize, why the hell should I run the race?
I kinda like the way that chaos sounds
Screamin' in the club with the bass turned loud
So I'm out in the night with a drink in my hand
And a name on my tongue that I'll never demand
And a past that I swore that I'd never look back at
But guess what? I'm back and I'm making it crash-land
They wanna make me picture perfect
Lost in fantasy
Make me work an office job
But then they say I'm way too hot
Too bad I like my flaws too much
Guess that's a tragedy
Rather be a glitch than be their clone
That's just reality