I’m not Perfect

(Slow, melancholic electric guitar melody with deep reverb and slight delay)

I used to polish every word before it hit the air

Scared to let a blemish show, or a single silver hair

They sold me a reflection that was hollow, white, and clean

A plastic kind of holiness, the best you’ve ever seen

But the pedestal is lonely, and the air is getting thin

And I’m tired of the war I’m waging underneath my skin.

(Add deep bass and steady, heavy floor tom hits)

I’ve got a temper like a forest fire, a heart that’s prone to rust

I’ve built my share of kingdoms just to watch them turn to dust

I’ve let people down in ways that I can’t quite repair

And I’ve looked for easy answers that were never really there.

(Guitars begin to chug, building tension)

There’s a quiet kind of healing when you finally drop the act

And you trade the perfect fiction for a messy, broken fact.

(Explosive power chords, heavy distortion, crashing cymbals)

I’m not perfect, and I’m finally at peace

I’m a work in progress, I’m a jagged masterpiece

I’ve got scars for every lesson, I’ve got shadows in my light

But I’d rather be a human than be "righteous" and be tight

Yeah, I’m not perfect... and that’s alright.

(Music drops to a low, rhythmic pulse, muffled drums)

Throw the halo in the furnace

Watch the gold begin to melt

It’s the first time in a lifetime

That I’ve liked the way I felt.

(Vocal build-up)

Let it break!

(Screamed)

LET IT BREAK!

(Slow, soaring melodic solo, heavy sustain, bluesy post-grunge style)

(Maximum intensity, anthemic)

I’m not perfect, and I’m finally at peace

I’m a work in progress, I’m a jagged masterpiece

I’ve got scars for every lesson, I’ve got shadows in my light

But I’d rather be a human than be "righteous" and be tight

Yeah, I’m not perfect... and that’s alright.

(Decelerate tempo, guitars fade to clean)

I’m just flesh and bone...

I’m just coming home...

To the cracks in the casting.

(Single guitar strum, fade out)