Not Perfect

Lyrics

[Verse 1] This is my song Or at least, part of it It's one-third mine and two-thirds not It's written by a red-headed man Far more talented than I am I'm frankly not quite sure I have the right But the one thing I can say for sure Is that every line and every chord Prevents my end by just one step more So it's not my song, but that's fine I promise that I won't take up too much of your time It's not perfect, but it's mine It's not perfect [Verse 2] This is my Earth, and I live in it It's one-third dirt and two-thirds water And it rotates and revolvеs through space At rather an impressivе pace And never even messes up my hair And here's the really weird thing: The force created by its spin Is the force that stops the chaos flooding in This is my Earth, and it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect, but it's mine It's not perfect [Verse 3] This is my house, and I live in it It's made of cracks and photographs We rent it from a guy who bought it from a guy Who bought it from a guy whose grandad left it to him And the weirdest thing is that this house Has locks to keep the bad guys out But they're mostly used to lock ourselves in This is my house, and it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect, but it's mine It's not perfect, but it's mine [Verse 4] This is my body, and I live in it It's twenty-two and six months old It's changed a lot since it was new It's done things it wasn't built to do I've often tried to alter its design And the weirdest thing about it is I've spent so much time hating it But it never says a bad word about me This is my body, and it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect, but it's mine It's not perfect [Verse 5] This is my brain, and I live in it It's made of love and bad song lyrics It's tucked away behind my eyes Where all my fucked up thoughts can hide 'Cause God forbid I hurt somebody And the weirdest thing about a mind Is that every answer that you find Is the basis of a brand new cliché This is my brain, and it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect, but it's mine It's not perfect, but it's mine It's not perfect I'm not quite sure I've worked out how to work it It's not perfect, but it's mine [Verse 6] This is my spirit, and I'm stuck in it It's made of pain, regret and shame But the mechanisms it's laid inside Instill in me what's wrong and right Without it, by now I'm sure I would have died And the weirdest thing about it is I'm not quite sure that it exists And yet, I still obsess over it This is my soul, and it's fine If I'm lucky, it will be with me for the rest of my life It's not perfect, but it's mine It's not perfect, but it's mine It's not perfect, but it's mine It's not perfect