Black eyes and blacker hearts
Make for a shitty wedding day
There was no denying it was in the cards
But we denied it anyway
Few letters and fewer calls
I wish I didn't give a shit
Midnight movies and walks through malls
And you can bet that they'll be missed

I wet the bed, the hooker got mad
I said "Shut up, you're not my dad
Don't tell me what to do
I'll piss on what I like
Incuding you"

Beer bottles and half-priced green are littered on the floor
I can't recall how long it's been since you walked out that door
Skulls and hearts and razorblades,
They clutter up my dreams
And that's just fine
I've no complaints besides undying screams

I wet the bed, the hooker got mad
I said "Shut up, you're not my dad
Don't tell me what to do
I'm pissed off at you"

I wet the bed, I didn't care
Nothing to eat, no clothes to wear
You couldn't tell me what to do
I'm pissed off, and I like it
Thank god for you


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    General CommentThis is about saying fuck it and living for yourself, even if you've taken a fucked up road to get to that point. I called Billy and read him the chorus and asked him what to name it, and he said "More Perfect". What a fitting title.
    a_melancholy_soulon September 27, 2007   Link

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