But I'm not close to perfect I'm not close to sane I'm not the one to worship And I'm not the one to blame But you made up your mind And put me on your stage Just take it all back I'm not the king of anything Can't take another second of this hell

Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is the disease of a nation Tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery Are you happy with yourself Just another stage Pageant the pain away