Imperfect

That have spilled into song
All of my words
That have come out wrong
I often lose my grace and spit it aloud
I often lose my face and put my foot in my mouth
Sometimes it seems easier to leave everything unsaid
But it only gets worse if it stays in your head
And I look back and listen to the words that I’ve said
And yeah, I must admit I disagree with some of them
So don’t peer over my shoulder as if I’m hiding a flaw
I never said I was perfect
So, why don’t you back off?
So, don’t peer over my shoulder as if I’m hiding a flaw
I never said I was perfect
So, why don’t you back off?