Imperfect

I been spinning the globe Tryna pick a road Tryna pick a load Shoulders' heavy nothing close But I bench my goals And I filled those holes Still I don't feel whole Still I don't feel whole Tryna find my toes Kinda blind it shows Tryna rhyme it slows Tryna fly it shows Sitting here on this guitar Didn't even think I'd get this far Didn't even think I'd make this part Couldn't even try and steer this cart Imperfect world Imperfect twirl Imperfect pearl Imperfect whirl Getting back to you Getting back to you Getting back Getting back, yeah I been running round the globe Nothing near nothing close Nothing cheers nothing hopes Only tears only mopes Everyone change the subject Maybe it is all up there Maybe he is aware Of the game of life The pain and strife The hate and pride We wait we writhe We stay we write We play we hide We lay we fight Forget about it Forget about it I care about it But forget about it I rarely doubted I rarely shouted but I'm here Imperfect world Imperfect twirl Imperfect pearl Imperfect whirl Getting back to you Getting back to you Getting back Getting back, yeah I feel like everything I say is so devoid of meaning Just another figure counting up the moments in the teething Everytime I write it's like there's gotta be a reason And I've gotta have a vibe for like every fucking season I spew my brain on the page so vomit never leaves a stain and so I remain sane Or as much as I can No matter how hard I try can't fill the numbers in the band A solo act with no soul in tact just trying to keep my breathing back, Fuck writer's block I'm breathing tracks Imperfect world Imperfect twirl Imperfect pearl Imperfect whirl Getting back to you Getting back to you Getting back Getting back, yeah Imperfect world Imperfect twirl