Show me the picture of a perfect life
I wanna see it, wanna know what it looks like
Anybody got a grip on life?

I wanna know, come here and tell me what it feels like
Can't remember what it was to dream
I can't sleep with my soul so unclean

Gotta wake up, gotta let it go

Maybe I lost my way

And maybe I made mistakes
But who cares? I could've quit but I didn't
Well maybe I love too much, and maybe I lost too much

Well, I'm used
But then, who isn't?


When we talk about the both of us
I feel like an old tyre on a street bus
I'm not a quitter but I gotta pull out

Or cry
Everybody's got a skeleton
In the closet and they gotta live with it

It feels like a fishhook in my side

Well maybe I lost my way

And maybe I made mistakes
Well who cares
I could've quit but I didn't

Well maybe I love too much
Maybe I lost too much
Well, I'm used

But then who isn't?

And maybe I'm pushed in mud

But look at how much I've learned
But who cares
Yeah

I'm living
I have to forgive myself
Cause I can't be no one else

So I'm used
But then, who isn't?
Well I'm used

But then, who isn't?