FOR THE ONE I CALL IMAGINE

I Can't Be Perfect

What's wrong with you then?
Everytime I call is a bad time.
Are there so many ghosts hunting you down?
Look at me, is my stare so acid?
Is my smile too cold now?
Well I'm sorry but I can't be perfect...
So you say you love me, that you really do
But just how much of it is true?
You break me so neatly
And then take my heart and destroy it
And then you say I don't love you, that I don't show you
Well I'm sorry baby, but I can't be perfect...
So now it's my last goodbye as I murder my soul
And you say that's wrong, so what?
Fucker! I told you I can't be perfect!