歌词
Tonight I'm going to make
Some predictable mistakes
But if you haven't got regrets
You haven't started yet
You point your finger so much
You wore it down to the bone
It's a wonder you can still type that shit on your phone
Everyone's a dupe
Yeah, but somehow you're not
Hold onto that feeling
'Cause you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
I'm genuinely sorry
For all the stupid things I've done
All the things I used to say
More than half of them were wrong
I'm trying to find a little forgiveness
It's the only thing left going
Because there's not such thing as pure
No one has a perfect score
I'm jealous of your sense
Of wounded innocence
And I'm bored of arguments
With fraudulent intent
(I know what you really meant)
History is not a package holiday
Where if something isn't perfect then you get to complain
The older I get the more I realise that I don't know much of anything
That's why I'm trying to hold my tongue
I'm genuinely sorry
For all the stupid things I've done
All those things I used to say
More than half of them were wrong
I'm trying to find a little forgiveness
It's the only thing left going
Because there's not such thing as pure
No one has a perfect score
(No one has a perfect score)
There's a skeleton behind your door
No one has a perfect score
No perfect score