Blurry
You say I'm hard on myself
But I don't know anything else
My therapist keeps saying that
I don't know what I need
Wish I could go to my own funeral
It would help my self esteem
I'm a blurry photograph
But you'd hang me in the MET
I'm a song that's way off key
You keep playing in your head
I'm a first draft full of typos
I'm forgetting all my lines
But you don't need me perfect
You just need me in your life
You're not afraid of your faults
Don't wait 3 rings when I call
We drive east towards the lake
Know someone else would like my shoes
I'm scared that she's a better fit
Maybe I should introduce you
I'm a blurry photograph
But you'd hang me in the MET
I'm a song that's way off key
You keep playing in your head
I'm a first draft full of typos
I'm forgetting all my lines
But you don't need me perfect
You just need me in your life
Pick up the pieces I'm a mosaic
Take me home I want the life that you're painting
Wrap me up
You never asked me to fake it
I love you
And the mess that we're making
I'm a blurry photograph
But you'd hang me in the MET
I'm your grandpa's vintage tee
But you'd wear me to your wedding
I've forgotten all my lines
Every note's off key
But until the end of time
I know that you'll choose me
But I don't know anything else
My therapist keeps saying that
I don't know what I need
Wish I could go to my own funeral
It would help my self esteem
I'm a blurry photograph
But you'd hang me in the MET
I'm a song that's way off key
You keep playing in your head
I'm a first draft full of typos
I'm forgetting all my lines
But you don't need me perfect
You just need me in your life
You're not afraid of your faults
Don't wait 3 rings when I call
We drive east towards the lake
Know someone else would like my shoes
I'm scared that she's a better fit
Maybe I should introduce you
I'm a blurry photograph
But you'd hang me in the MET
I'm a song that's way off key
You keep playing in your head
I'm a first draft full of typos
I'm forgetting all my lines
But you don't need me perfect
You just need me in your life
Pick up the pieces I'm a mosaic
Take me home I want the life that you're painting
Wrap me up
You never asked me to fake it
I love you
And the mess that we're making
I'm a blurry photograph
But you'd hang me in the MET
I'm your grandpa's vintage tee
But you'd wear me to your wedding
I've forgotten all my lines
Every note's off key
But until the end of time
I know that you'll choose me
Credits
Writer(s): Caroline Taylor
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