Do you ever wake up in a cold sweat, wondering
If some things are just better left unsaid?
Was it all too picture perfect?
Was it all too picture perfect?

You could tell by the end of the road I was losing my nerve
You never found all the things that you thought you deserved
And now you talk about the girl whose got it all figured out, yeah
Like you're already her, you only make it worse
Oh
What hurts the most
Is it's hell for me just to stop and see
That it's all too picture perfect
It's all too picture perfect

When you're scared of what you'll find
You can't let go
So instead you the twist the knife
You can't let go

Do you ever wake up in a cold sweat, wondering
If some things are just better left a secret?
What hurts the most
Is it's hell for me just to stop and see
That it's all too picture perfect
It's all too picture perfect
What hurts the most
Is it's hell for me just to stop and see
That it's all too picture perfect
It's all too picture perfect