Текст Nine Days – So Called Perfect Life

There goes my 4 AMs with all my friends and the sunrise
And there goes my guitar dreams
My fast machines, my Mary Jane buy

And maybe I was wishing for the wrong things, the wrong things

There goes my aching head
Who’s that in my bed?
What if I do moments?
There goes my long rides home
No one on the phone
And nobody waiting

Maybe I was wishing for the wrong things, the wrong things
Maybe I was seeing things the wrong way, the wrong way
Maybe you were everything I wanted this whole time
It looks like so called perfect life

Here comes not getting dressed
Sunday morning stay in beds
Turn off our phones
Ignore our friends
Even you

Maybe I was wishing for the wrong things, the wrong things
Maybe now I’ve finally found the right thing, the right thing
Maybe you were everything I wanted this whole time
It looks like so called perfect
Maybe I was wishing for the wrong things, the wrong things
Maybe now I finally found the right thing, the right thing
Maybe you were everything I wanted this whole time
It looks like so called perfect life

Here comes my baby girl
Got her momma’s curls and a million hearts breaking