I feel your music with all of my senses It moves all the mountains and changes perceptions I know it isn't the purest intention But I listen to you like I have an addiction The way you make your drums Makes me fall in love Your mixing is my drug I wanna chop myself into a million pieces Oh-oh, I want to be like you I want to make myself into the perfect person But why aren't I perfect? Am I even worth it? And do I deserve to be your friend? I don't understand why I expеct perfection 'Cause isn't it something that doesn't exist? I strive to be stronger, work harder But comparing myself thinking others are better Is only a pathway to make myself sad Music made me lose control and I think I can get it back Perfection doesn't exists I don't listen to you (oh, oh-oh-oh) Perfection doesn't exists I don't listen to you (oh, oh-oh-oh) I'm perfect in my own way And that's okay, that's okay, okay? I'm perfect in my own way And that's what you'll get from me today