chonny jash - 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 sp+ce
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 f+cked up thoughts can hide
‘cos 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 5]
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
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