There are so many things I should tell you, but are better left unsaid
Like those girls in the back of the car driving home from Brooklyn
Still you put up with my mood swings and my hating everything
Even at my worst you still smile at me
You still try to pull the darkness from over my head
You're the angel waking up everyday in my bed
Oh you're perfect, oh you're so perfect, why are you here?
You're perfect, oh you're so perfect, why are you here? Huh?