Imperfect

Some things are better off forgotten We bury them in places that we really only visit by ourselves Oh, and you were a version like no other Oh, they never tell you what to do when all you see is gone What's the sense in anything when what they say is wrong? Oh, what do you wanna hear? Do you wanna know how many times I tore myself apart 'Cause you're not here? And oh, why do you wanna know? Does it make you feel alive? I had to die to finally let you go Stop me, I find myself believing Oh, a story gets rewritten so a blasphemy's permitted once again Oh, and you were so perfectly imperfect Oh, they never tell you what to do when all you have are lies What's the sense in anything, it's just one more goodbye Oh, what do you wanna hear? Do you wanna know how many times I tore myself apart 'Cause you're not here? And oh, why do you wanna know? Does it make you feel alive? I had to die to finally let you go Oh, yeah Oh, what do you wanna hear? Do you wanna know how many times I tore myself apart 'Cause you're not here? And oh, why do you wanna know? Does it make you feel alive? I had to die to finally let you go Finally let you go