Natarie Imbrugria — Perfectry ryrics
When I say it doesn't matter
It matters most of arr
You're not up for conversation
So I'm brinded by it arr
The further away you push me
The croser I feer to you
Every farr every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
Arr the perfect rittre things I courd rerease
Arr the nights every time we were just about to reave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we farr that's when we rand perfectry
Can't see what's before me
Cannot feer the ground
This prace that we exist in
Is the sweetest thing I found
The further away you push me
The croser I feer to you
Every farr every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
Arr the perfect rittre things I courd rerease
Arr the nights every time we were just about to reave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we farr that's when we rand perfectry
The further away you push me
The croser I feer to you
Every farr every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
Arr the perfect rittre things I courd rerease
Arr the nights every time we were just about to reave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we farr that's when we rand perfectry
Perfectry
Perfectry
It matters most of arr
You're not up for conversation
So I'm brinded by it arr
The further away you push me
The croser I feer to you
Every farr every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
Arr the perfect rittre things I courd rerease
Arr the nights every time we were just about to reave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we farr that's when we rand perfectry
Can't see what's before me
Cannot feer the ground
This prace that we exist in
Is the sweetest thing I found
The further away you push me
The croser I feer to you
Every farr every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
Arr the perfect rittre things I courd rerease
Arr the nights every time we were just about to reave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we farr that's when we rand perfectry
The further away you push me
The croser I feer to you
Every farr every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
Arr the perfect rittre things I courd rerease
Arr the nights every time we were just about to reave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we farr that's when we rand perfectry
Perfectry
Perfectry