there’s a shop down the street
where they sell plastic rings
for a quarter a piece 
i swear it…
no it’s not what you think,
not like gold in your dreams
but i hope that you’ll 
still wear it.

yeah, ink may stain my skin
and my jeans may all be ripped.
i’m not perfect
but i’m perfect for you.

there’s no guarantee
that this will be easy.
but wings aren’t what you need,
believe me.
no, i’m not an angel,
i’m just me…
but i will love you endlessly.
wings aren’t what you need,

you need me.

there’s a house on a hill
with a view of this town,
and i know how you adore it.
so i’ll work everyday
through the sun and the rain,
until i can afford it.

yeah, you’re friends may think i’m crazy,
but i’m gonna make you my lady
i’m not perfect,
but i swear i’m perfect for you.

there’s no guarantee
that this will be easy 
but wings aren’t what you need,
believe me.
no, i’m not an angel,
i’m just me…
but i will love you endlessly.
wings aren’t what you need

you just need me.

-alexander michael