Katie, you've got the whole world. might as well be happy
Katie, you're busy dying, might as well be happy

Send a postcard to your father. he misses when he held you
And that old boyfriend, who you cheated...
He still knows the scent of your room

We are imperfect, what a lovely thing to be
You're just a person, life is frailty

Katie. you're always practicing your autograph in notebooks
You wanted to be famous,
Have your photograph in looks books

You left home with your ticket and your rose-colored mind set
And the city makes you feel lonely but you learn not to mind it

We are imperfect, what a lovely thing to be
You're just a person, life is frailty

Katie, you can't always, be who you wanna be
But katie, you've got the whole world, might as well be happy

We are imperfect, what a lovely thing to be
You're just a person, life is frailty