Kind Of Perfect by Armor for Sleep

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 cassetee...
or on top of your 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 you just have to let some things 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 you just have to let some things go...
I promise I'll stop now