Here To Be Real

[Verse 1]
I used to practice every answer
In the bathroom at the bar
Rewriting every story
Till it didn’t sound like scars
Held my breath in every mirror
Chasing angles
Chasing light
Till my face looked like a stranger
Too exhausted to be right
[Chorus]
I’m not here to be perfect
I’m here to be real
To say the wrong words
And still let them heal
If I shake
If I break
I’ll show you what I feel
I’m not here to be perfect
I’m here to be real
[Verse 2]
Yeah
I’ve dressed up all my damage
In a borrowed kind of grace
Tongue-tied truth behind a
Careful
Practiced face
But the mess is kinda holy
When it’s laid out on the floor
If you wanna know me
That’s the price at the door
[Chorus]
I’m not here to be perfect
I’m here to be real
To say the wrong words
And still let them heal
If I shake
If I break
I’ll show you what I feel
I’m not here to be perfect
I’m here to be real
[Bridge]
So I’ll spill my coffee
On your front seat
Laugh through the silence
When our eyes meet
If this is all I ever am
Then that’s the better deal
A little rough around the edges
But at least you know it’s real
[Chorus]
I’m not here to be perfect
I’m here to be real
To say the wrong words
And still let them heal
If I shake
If I break
I’ll show you what I feel
I’m not here to be perfect
I’m here to be real

Raw alt-pop energy with a hip-hop edge, male vocals. Tight fingerpicked guitar over a dusty, head-nod groove; verses almost spoken, close-mic and confessional. Chorus widens with airy pads, thick stacked harmonies, and a slightly distorted lead. Bridge strips back to vocal and guitar before a final, anthemic hook with gang vocals and a punchy, clipped ending.