Talking around in way that makes me think it’s all for show but I know you’re pressured. Yeah I know you’re pressured. And they’ll make it seem, I’m frowning upon the person you’re trying to be. It doesn’t mean a thing to me. Caught tripping over your two feet, and your words keep walking steadily. If I’m dazed then you’re confused, and in a smoky haze I wish that you’d see it too. Think I’m perfect. I’m not perfect. I can be imperfect too. (I know that I’m not perfect). Can you figure it out? How a substance rolling freely beside you, can role beside me too? And they’ll make it seem, I’m frowning upon the person you’re trying to be. It doesn’t mean a thing to me. Caught tripping over your two feet, and your words keep walking steadily
