Practically Imperfect

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I don't like my teeth

My tired old eyes or my nose

Or my rapidly receding hairline

And that's just my face

Don't you get me started

On what I got stashed away under the bonnet

If this catalogue keeps exponentially growing

Soon it's gonna sink this little lifeboat I'm stranded on and

Oh my god, it's so easy to forget

To be a human being is to be a total mess

I love the flaws in others every day

But that's easy

The tricky part is learning how to love those things in me

Ba-dum-ba-ba-bum-ba

The tricky part is learning how to love those things in me

I wish I was braver

I wish I was smarter

I wish I was thinner

I wish I was stronger

I wish I could read a book cover to cover

I swear it was easier when I was younger

I wish I could touch you

Without getting nervous

Sing for the fun

Without needing a meaning or a purpose

And oh my god, it's so easy to forget

That to be a human being is to be a total mess (To be a total mess)

And I looked into the mirror, and I almost smiled, today

I am practically imperfect in every single way

And the tricky part is learning how to love those things in me

Ba-dum-ba-ba-bum-ba

The tricky part is learning how to love those things in me