I've been, a little too naive
And a little too loyal (little too loyal)
You've been, like a bullet on the breeze
Got a little too spoiled (little too spoiled)

Part of my approach, if I seem a little cold, but I know, know
Pick another rose, but I've seen them come and go, and I know, know

If you go looking for perfect, I wish you the best
But I won't be here, won't hold my breath
So find out that perfect, it doesn't exist
But I won't be here, won't hold my breath

Oh, nothing's gonna be, no, nothing's gonna be
Perfect, perfect
Oh, nothing's gonna be, no, nothing's gonna be
Perfect, perfect

I've seen the whiskey in the room
Trying not to be obvious, not to be obvious
You've seen the way I look at you
Like you're not being honest, not being honest

Part of my approach, if I seem a little cold, but I know, know
Pick another rose, but I've seen them come and go, and I know, know

If you go looking for perfect, I wish you the best
But I won't be here, won't hold my breath
So find out that perfect, it doesn't exist
But I won't be here, won't hold my breath

Oh, nothing's gonna be, no, nothing's gonna be
Perfect, perfect
Oh, nothing's gonna be, no, nothing's gonna be
Perfect, perfect
Oh, nothing's gonna be, no, nothing's gonna be
Perfect, perfect
Oh, nothing's gonna be, no, nothing's gonna be
Perfect, perfect

I've been, a little too naive
And a little too loyal (little too loyal)