Kind Of Perfect

Kind Of Perfect
Can I just be something
Somewhere in your room
That you won't notice
Maybe I'll be paper
Or books thrown on your floor
Move me when you want to
I'll live where you put me
In your VCR
If I become a cassette
Or on top of you computer
If that's where I would fit
Then so be it

But things can't be perfect
All the time
That I know
Sometimes we just have to let somethings go
I will not speak one word
I'll just hang around
I won't annoy you at all
When you move out I'll stay
Until I'm thrown away
But then it won't matter
But things can't be perfect
All the time
That I know
Sometimes we just have to let somethings go
I promise to stop now