Never wanted to be the one to let you down,
But everybody thinks that they deserve to be the king
Of this mud puddle town.
When did we decline into this self-centered society?
Look at me, look at me, look at me.
I blame reality TV,
For the fact that I am not where I want to be,
Just another grain of salt dissolved in the sea.
Oh please,
Don't you see, don't you see, don't you see
What I see in me?
Nor do I,
And the world won't pause a moment when I die.

So here we are again,
Talking to each other like we're just friends
Stuck in a never-ending game of pretend
A damned life that we both want to defend.

We see dreams projected on the screens,
It's enough to make you scream.
You see in me,
Everything that I wanted you to be.
A stereotype assigned by society.

Never enough to think we are okay.
You said what you said,
I thought what I needed to say.
Never spoke it, and at the end of the day
It didn't really matter anyway.

So here we are today,
Packed my bags and you told me to go away.
Television romance; it fails anyway.
Bullshit.
C'était un amour parfait.

Never wanted to be the one to rip away the ground,
But we're so stuck in thinking that we are the ones
Who run this fucking town.
When did we get hung on all these liabilities?
Like all the expectations of how a real relationship should be.
I blame the pricks on MTV.
For making it seem unnatural for you to be you
And for me to be me.
Oh please,
Don't you see, don't you see, don't you see
The sweet relief?
Nor do I.
And the world won't pause a moment when we die.

So here we are again,
Talking to each other like we're just friends
Stuck in a never-ending game of pretend
A damned life that we both want to defend.

We see dreams projected on the screens,
It's enough to make you scream.
You see in me,
Everything that I wanted you to be.
A stereotype assigned by society.

Never enough to think we are okay.
You said what you said,
I thought what I needed to say.
Never spoke it, and at the end of the day
It didn't really matter anyway.

So here we are today,
Packed my bags and you told me to go away.
Television romance; it fails anyway.
Bullshit.
C'était un amour parfait.