Imperfect
Some things are better off forgottenWe bury them in places thatWe really only visit by ourselvesOh you were a version like no otherOh they never tell you what to doWhen all you see is goneWhat's the sense in anything when what they say is wrong?
Oh what do you want to hear?Do you know how many timesI tore myself apart cuz you're not here?Oh why do you want to know?Does it make you feel alive?I had to die to finally let you go
Stop me... I find myself believingA story gets rewritten so a blasphemy's permitted once againOh and you were so perfectly imperfectOh they never tell you what to doWhen all you have are liesWhat's the sense in anything? It's just one more goodbye
Oh what do you want to hear?Do you know how many timesI tore myself apart cuz you're not here?Oh why do you want to know?Does it make you feel alive?I had to die to finally let you go
Oh what do you want to hear?Do you know how many timesI tore myself apart cuz you're not here?Oh why do you want to know?Does it make you feel alive?I had to die to finally let you go