Imperfect
Some things are better off forgotten
We bury them in places that we really only visit by ourself
Oh and you were a version like no other
Oh they never tell you what to do when all you see is gone
What's the sense in anything when what they say is wrong?
Oh what do you wanna hear?
Do you wanna know how many times
I've torn myself apart 'cause you're not here?
Oh why do you wanna know?
Does it make you feel alive?
I had to die to finally let you go
Stop me... I find myself believing
Oh, a story gets rewritten so blasphemy's permitted once again
Oh, and you were so perfectly imperfect
Oh, they never tell you what to do when all you have are lies
What's the sense in anything? It's just one more goodbye
Oh what do you wanna hear?
Do you wanna know how many times
I've torn myself apart 'cause you're not here?
Oh why do you wanna know?
Does it make you feel alive?
I had to die to finally let you go
Oh yeah
Oh what do you wanna hear?
Do you wanna know how many times
I've torn myself apart 'cause you're not here?
Oh why do you wanna know?
Does it make you feel alive?
I had to die to finally let you go
Oh, whoa-oh...
Finally let you go...