

You ought to see your face,
You ought to hear your voice.
Last time I was here
I wouldn’t turn around.
You ought to lock that door,
Somebody might get in.
Didn’t I teach you that?
This perfect world
So blue I can’t begin to say.
This perfect world
I know I never should have gone away.
But I still deserve to say goodbye
No matter what I’ve done.
I see her in your face,
Hear her in your voice.
Last time I was here
They found her by the lake.
You ought to see my scar.
You think I’m made of stone.
Didn’t you tell me that?
This perfect world
So blue I can’t begin to say.
This perfect world
They say that soon I will be going away.
But I still deserve to say goodbye
No matter what I’ve done.
Now I’ve come around it’s far too late.
And these pills won’t even let me cry.
No one knows you even when you’re gone.
But I still deserve to say goodbye
No matter what I’ve done.
No matter what I’ve done.
You ought to see your face,
You ought to hear your voice.
Lock this after me.

– Freedy Johnston, “This Perfect World.”