Woke up in the perfect fit
Feels like I know what my purpose is
Like I might just live through the worst of it
I prefer to exist if the world is this
Woke up in the perfect fit
Feels like I know what my purpose is
Like my nervous tics are not a quirk to fix
I don't know how I'd be living if it weren't for this
I woke up in a maid dress
Saw two stab wounds in my paycheck
Six Pocky sticks and an egg left
Felt brave so I'm taking a taste test
I woke up with the calmest senses
Sun reflected in my contact lenses
Found my fit from when I finally went
From doing all assemblage to a small percentage
I woke up in a better state
Just doing what I love, I'm a renegade
Let em say anything, go for the fruit low hanging
Well then I'll make lemonade
Well then I'll make friends too
They relate to the pain that I've been through
And they give me strength like a senzu
Writing these dreams I've made on the menu
Woke up in the perfect fit
Feels like I know what my purpose is
Like I might just live through the worst of it
I prefer to exist if the world is this
Woke up in the perfect fit
Feels like I know what my purpose is
Like my nervous tics are not a quirk to fix
I don't know how I'd be living if it weren't for this
Everybody tells you to be yourself
But you don't have to do it alone
I think that when you look for other people to help
You make a place that you can view as a home
Everybody tells you to be yourself
It doesn't mean no one's like you
Sometimes the hike is hell
But you might be comfortable in my shoes
Cuz we all got baggage and we all got habits
And we all got trauma from earlier on
But we're doing our best and we truly invest
In the friends we'll be treasuring further along
Yeah we all get dressed up and we all get stressed
In our costumes and we try to hide in them
These clothes are not special because they're unlike you
They're special cuz you are inside of them
Woke up in the perfect fit
Feels like I know what my purpose is
Like I might just live through the worst of it
I prefer to exist if the world is this
Woke up in the perfect fit
Feels like I know what my purpose is
Like my nervous tics are not a quirk to fix
I don't know how I'd be living if it weren't for this