Kind of perfect

Can I just be something
Somewhere in your room
That you wont 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 casette
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 wont annoy you at all
When you move out I'll stay
Until I'm thrown away
But then it wont 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