Ben Lee - Blemish Lyrics
I go out of my way to not dress upSo you can make a sceneYou say I should have combed my hairOr worn some nicer jeansYou've got spaghetti on your chinWhile you curse me cause I'm not tucked inMy minds made up that I'll try hardTo fit in with your friendsWith their cleanest pants and their dirty jokesThey drive me round the bendJust let me hold this jobAnd prove you need a slobI'm gonna tell that one bad jokeBe like a pimple on your faceI'll be the blemish in an otherwise perfected placeIf you're perfect, you don't matterCause there's nothing to achieveSo I'm your blemish and for that you can be pleasedI'll go out of my way to irritateI'll try to get a riseI'll pull the chair out from under youAnd tell you stupid liesBut I'm the best you'll getAlthough you don't know it yetMy mind's made up, my mood is downI'll leave you on the shelfI'll give you someone good to blameIf you don't wanna blame yourself' Cause I'm happy, a mosquitoIrritate you, while I eat youI'm gonna tell that one bad jokeBe like a pimple on your faceI'll be the blemish in an otherwise perfected placeIf you're perfect, you don't matterCause there's nothing to achieveSo I'm your blemish and for that you can be pleasedSo I'm your blemish and for that you can thank me
