Imperfect
There's a lot of pain inside my chest
I will share it with you
Let my heart be see through
Let the world know what I been through
My love is imperfect
Beautiful and worth it
Funny thing is that I promised I was lurking
Not hurting
My stomach feels like it is burning
Probably 'cause I drank too many shots
I am downing all this bourbon
Think I need a surgeon
The way I let this bottle mend my soul my vision swirling
Every day that I'm awake my heart wants to close curtains
My last heart break has still got me hurting
Lines I keep rehearsing
They're deep inside my head
Make me feel like if I'm not around my heart could be my head
Think about what I just said
I could let my heart think for me but my heart would turn up fucking dead
I remember what you said
When you told me that you loved me
I could've said it over and over until you loathed me
I guess I really owe me, I put myself through that hell
Trust I'm not phony, I spit my real life
Kids around my state will stab each other with a fucking knife
Even through all of these war scares
We still pushing through the night
We still fighting what we fight for
Peace among the youth and peace for all the people on this green earth, yeah
Never have I ever wanted violence
I'm a lover not a fighter but I won't stay quiet
Speaking wrong around me can make you permanently silent
In this world you can make it or break it or take it like it ain't the first time
You been here before
We all been here before
Fixing the problems that stuck in my head
Words on the phone are my tombs and I'm steady
Writing these lyrics and poems for people who never felt no one's empathy
Relate to the words, relate to my truth
Relate to the way my love is misused
Relate to my sorrows and pain through the music
Relate to my sorrows and pain through the music
My love is imperfect
Beautiful and worth it
Funny thing is, always felt like I'm hurting
Stomach feels like it is burning
Probably 'cause I drank too many shots
And I think I need a surgeon
The way I let this bottle mend my soul, my vision swirling
Every day that I'm awake my heart wants to close the curtains
Like I'm gonna end up in a hearse again
I will share it with you
Let my heart be see through
Let the world know what I been through
My love is imperfect
Beautiful and worth it
Funny thing is that I promised I was lurking
Not hurting
My stomach feels like it is burning
Probably 'cause I drank too many shots
I am downing all this bourbon
Think I need a surgeon
The way I let this bottle mend my soul my vision swirling
Every day that I'm awake my heart wants to close curtains
My last heart break has still got me hurting
Lines I keep rehearsing
They're deep inside my head
Make me feel like if I'm not around my heart could be my head
Think about what I just said
I could let my heart think for me but my heart would turn up fucking dead
I remember what you said
When you told me that you loved me
I could've said it over and over until you loathed me
I guess I really owe me, I put myself through that hell
Trust I'm not phony, I spit my real life
Kids around my state will stab each other with a fucking knife
Even through all of these war scares
We still pushing through the night
We still fighting what we fight for
Peace among the youth and peace for all the people on this green earth, yeah
Never have I ever wanted violence
I'm a lover not a fighter but I won't stay quiet
Speaking wrong around me can make you permanently silent
In this world you can make it or break it or take it like it ain't the first time
You been here before
We all been here before
Fixing the problems that stuck in my head
Words on the phone are my tombs and I'm steady
Writing these lyrics and poems for people who never felt no one's empathy
Relate to the words, relate to my truth
Relate to the way my love is misused
Relate to my sorrows and pain through the music
Relate to my sorrows and pain through the music
My love is imperfect
Beautiful and worth it
Funny thing is, always felt like I'm hurting
Stomach feels like it is burning
Probably 'cause I drank too many shots
And I think I need a surgeon
The way I let this bottle mend my soul, my vision swirling
Every day that I'm awake my heart wants to close the curtains
Like I'm gonna end up in a hearse again
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Beard
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