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Perfect Video (MV)




Performed By: Jon Odessi
Length: 2:41
Written by: Tim Pope




Jon Odessi - Perfect Lyrics




Asking why I'm low
I said lately I'm alone
She came down to my home
Guess Ill tell her about my road
Talking stoned, early morning
Ain't at home
Where we was a year before
I don't know
Maybe we can do it more
Maybe it ain't like before
Maybe stuff happened we've Grown
I can tell you ain't the same
I can see you on your phone
I can play all of your games
I know that you feel alone
I can see that nothings changed
I can see that you are close to Fleeing what you have arranged
For yourself and all your goals
Maybe i can feel your pain
You can show me all your ghosts
Then ill really know
What its like to have done this All before
Explaining awful things but Maybe i should tell her reasons That i am awful weak
From a Built up lack of sleep and the Road is on my feet
I'm out here Every other season
Face is looking numb but my Eyes are seeing sweetened
And everything just isnt done
When i got you on all week
I can tell you miss the funds you Can tell i miss your feet, girl we'll Be a thing next month
Maybe I am being week
Keep me in your heart for once
And ill pretend
That it ain't a loss
I cant really feel the cost when you come back to my moms and
Tell me that you are in love takes To give a hug have to tell you
I'm On drugs so you know that Somethings up f*cking on me
When i say but you with him After lunch and ill tell you how i Stay
But you tell me you're in Love and its right there in my Face
But ill never take the truth Cus its only a mistake made by Everything we do
And Everything we cant convey its Just you
You you you
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Asking why I'm low
I said lately I'm alone
She came down to my home
Guess Ill tell her about my road
Talking stoned, early morning
Ain't at home
Where we was a year before
I don't know
Maybe we can do it more
Maybe it ain't like before
Maybe stuff happened we've Grown
I can tell you ain't the same
I can see you on your phone
I can play all of your games
I know that you feel alone
I can see that nothings changed
I can see that you are close to Fleeing what you have arranged
For yourself and all your goals
Maybe i can feel your pain
You can show me all your ghosts
Then ill really know
What its like to have done this All before
Explaining awful things but Maybe i should tell her reasons That i am awful weak
From a Built up lack of sleep and the Road is on my feet
I'm out here Every other season
Face is looking numb but my Eyes are seeing sweetened
And everything just isnt done
When i got you on all week
I can tell you miss the funds you Can tell i miss your feet, girl we'll Be a thing next month
Maybe I am being week
Keep me in your heart for once
And ill pretend
That it ain't a loss
I cant really feel the cost when you come back to my moms and
Tell me that you are in love takes To give a hug have to tell you
I'm On drugs so you know that Somethings up f*cking on me
When i say but you with him After lunch and ill tell you how i Stay
But you tell me you're in Love and its right there in my Face
But ill never take the truth Cus its only a mistake made by Everything we do
And Everything we cant convey its Just you
You you you
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Writer: Tim Pope
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