Imperfection

What if I chose to screw up?
What if I chose to fall down?
Would that surprise you?

I think that someone set the standards high
I’d have to sprout wings and learn how to fly ’cause
I broke my ladder

And if I say that I won’t
It doesn’t mean that I can’t
I thought I’d clarify that
It means that I really don’t want to anymore
And when I cry late at night
wondering where I went wrong and if I did right
well at this point, imperfection seems perfect to me

What if I chose to break down
Take off my mask and let it all out
would it matter?

I don’t know who wrote the rules
but the finishing line gets farther each time
and I am tired

Although I try not to care
some things matter the most when they’re really not there
and I think that I have misplaced my life
I know how to behave
I know how to be strong
I know how to behave
But at this point imperfection seems perfect to me

Seems perfect to me
And I know how to survive
I just gotta stay alive