Be Perfect

There’s a box sitting on the shelf with your name
Pretty pink letters like the woman that you are
And it’s got our wedding rings
Why you say those things that you don’t mean to me?
There’s a ghost of you in our room
She shared everything that she knew
She said, «why you don’t keep all your troubles in the past like I do?»
I wish we never had said what we did
That we could start it again, be perfect
Never hear you take your keys and walk out on me like you meant it
And be perfect
There’s a bottle sitting on the shelf with my name
Pour a little more 'til I feel no more and I feel ashamed
Why I say those things that I don’t mean?
What are you telling me you wanna be? (Repeat)
Be perfect