I ain’t perfect, babe
And I’m tryin’ to accept it
I’ve got my own shit to deal with
Oh I know, I know, I know
I ain’t perfect, babe
And I’m tryin’ to accept it
And I try so hard to be loved by you
But I don’t know what to do
Twenty-five years old and wishing I were 30
Just to feel better in my own skin
The grass is greener on the other side
I’ve been lonesome for some time
I ain’t perfect, babe
Though, I’ve been trying
I know I’m a character
And as I get older, it doesn’t seem to get any better
I ain’t perfect, babe
I know what you’re thinking
I’m probably not that bad
And you know what? You’re right
But I’ve got to see that for myself