If I can relate to beautiful things I would come down, come down Change who I am But most of it all, pretend it's my fault A lack of your opinion does anything wrong
I'm okay, I'm alright I believe it this time Everything will work out Yeah, right
I can relate to prettier things I should know now not to change a thing But most of it all, pretend it's my fault A lack of your opinion just falling to lean on
I'm okay, I'm alright I believe it this time Everything will work out Yeah, right
