Perfect

shit trap, relaxed, sarcastic, male vocals

I leave dishes in the sink, don't reply texts for days,
Start fights at midnight then act like it’s just a normal day.
Forget your birthday, laugh at things too cruel,
But here you are, still callin' me (“the Great golden rule!").

(Shit...)

Now you know I'm not perfect (-erfect)
Still think that I'm so worth it?
I told you too many times, feels like I ended my lines
And still you are so sure that we can work it 
(-still call me perfect)
(call me perfect)

You call me the best, so rare, that I’m the only one of a kind,
But you don’t even see the rough shit in my mind.
Romanticize my silence, like it's peace, not rage,
Writing poetry with a pen that’s bent by cage.
("I now what could bent for me")

You say you love how I “see the world so true”
I’m just jaded, baby, not a prophet to you.
I roast people daily, and it's such a bad fame,
Yet you still worship me like I’m playing no game.

I’m tired of the praise that don’t fit my shape,
Your perfect mold is just mold glue and red tape.
Told you once, I ain't calm, I'm bad,
And still you draw halos over my head.

Now you know I'm not perfect (-erfect)
Still think that I'm so worth it? (Worth it)
I told you too many times, feels like I ended my lines
And still you are so sure that we can work it 
(-still call me perfect)

You saw the lead and thought they were pure gold,
Kintsugi logic, yeah, that’s getting kinda old.
I’m not a lesson, love, I’m not a cure,
Just a touching dude you want to endure.

You call it fate, I say it is your delusion,
You crave a savior, I offer confusion.
You say we’re soulmates, I say you're nuts ,
And if I'm honest? that's just pure luck.

I’ve been loud, I’ve been cruel, I’ve been distant too,
And still your eyes still shine like I’m something new.
I’m the storm, not the sky—why you still stay?
Guess some hearts love the mess more than the way.

So now you know I’m not perfect (far from it)
Still think I’m worth the worship? (You want it)
I’m out of lines, out of time, out of grace
But you still see a hero in this twisted face
You still call me perfect...

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You saw me on a good day, now you think I shine, Like I ain’t got problems hidden, yup, that's true, I hide. Say I’m calm, say I’m kind, say I’m full of grace, b!&#h, I bet you’d still say that with my fails right in your face I leave dishes in the sink, don't reply texts for days, Start fights at midnight then act like it’s just a normal day. Forget your birthday, laugh at things too cruel, But here you are, still callin' me (“the Great golden rule!"). (Shit...) Now you know I'm not perfect (-erfect) Still think that I'm so worth it? I told you too many times, feels like I ended my lines And still you are so sure that we can work it (-still call me perfect) (call me perfect) You call me the best, so rare, that I’m the only one of a kind, But you don’t even see the rough shit in my mind. Romanticize my silence, like it's peace, not rage, Writing poetry with a pen that’s bent by cage. ("I now what could bent for me") You say you love how I “see the world so true” I’m just jaded, baby, not a prophet to you. I roast people daily, and it's such a bad fame, Yet you still worship me like I’m playing no game. I’m tired of the praise that don’t fit my shape, Your perfect mold is just mold glue and red tape. Told you once, I ain't calm, I'm bad, And still you draw halos over my head. Now you know I'm not perfect (-erfect) Still think that I'm so worth it? (Worth it) I told you too many times, feels like I ended my lines And still you are so sure that we can work it (-still call me perfect) You saw the lead and thought they were pure gold, Kintsugi logic, yeah, that’s getting kinda old. I’m not a lesson, love, I’m not a cure, Just a touching dude you want to endure. You call it fate, I say it is your delusion, You crave a savior, I offer confusion. You say we’re soulmates, I say you're nuts , And if I'm honest? that's just pure luck. I’ve been loud, I’ve been cruel, I’ve been distant too, And still your eyes still shine like I’m something new. I’m the storm, not the sky—why you still stay? Guess some hearts love the mess more than the way. So now you know I’m not perfect (far from it) Still think I’m worth the worship? (You want it) I’m out of lines, out of time, out of grace But you still see a hero in this twisted face You still call me perfect...

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