Blemish - Noise Addict, Ben Lee

I go out of my way to not dress up

So you can make a scene

You say I should have combed my hair

Or worn some nicer jeans

You’ve got spaghetti on your chin

While you curse me cause I’m not tucked in

My minds made up that I’ll try hard

To fit in with your friends

With their cleanest pants and their dirty jokes

They drive me round the bend

Just let me hold this job

And prove you need a slob

I’m gonna tell that one bad joke

Be like a pimple on your face

I’ll be the blemish in an otherwise perfected place

If you’re perfect, you don’t matter

Cause there’s nothing to achieve

So I’m your blemish and for that you can be pleased

I’ll go out of my way to irritate

I’ll try to get a rise

I’ll pull the chair out from under you

And tell you stupid lies

But I’m the best you’ll get

Although you don’t know it yet

My mind’s made up, my mood is down

I’ll leave you on the shelf

I’ll give you someone good to blame

If you don’t wanna blame yourself

' Cause I’m happy, a mosquito

Irritate you, while I eat you

I’m gonna tell that one bad joke

Be like a pimple on your face

I’ll be the blemish in an otherwise perfected place

If you’re perfect, you don’t matter

Cause there’s nothing to achieve

So I’m your blemish and for that you can be pleased

So I’m your blemish and for that you can thank me