Bayley - Imperfect Lyrics

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 f*cking 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,
F*ck 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