Perfect Imperfections

PERFECT IMPERFECTION

Can-good/Beathard

Corner turns up the edge of a smile

A couple drops of rain can make his hair go wild

He don’t like his eyes cause they ain’t blue

Hates the way he laughs sings out of tune

Swears he drinks and cusses just a little too much

Yeah I guess he kind of does

Chorus

Perfect imperfections

Ain’t nobody else that gets ‘em like I do

That rough around the edges

What he’s feeling what you’re getting attitude

He likes to call him flaws to me they’re nothing short of blessings

Everyone’s a little piece of perfect imperfection

He can change his mind in the middle of a thought

Only likes a crowd if he wants to get lost

He ain’t always right but he’s never wrong

Make him mad enough and he’ll get gone

Then He’ll turn around and run right back

You can count on that

Chorus

I wouldn’t change a single one

The differences that make him who he is