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Imperfect World (Humanoide Mix Version Edit.)
To exist, I whisper it into the air
Talk to the ceiling like anybodys there
I trip over mornings, collecting scattered days
Every bruise a lesson on crooked, clumsy ways
In my imperfect world, I still breathe, I still burn
I am cracked, I am blurred
But I ache and I yearn
I am neither love nor hurt
Just a ghost in my own shirt
In my imperfect world, I exist
I exist
I write down the rules on the back of my hand
Ink fades by evening, I still dont understand
People pass through me like Im made of glass
Who would ever claim me, who would ever ask?
In my imperfect world, I still breathe, I still burn
I am cracked, I am blurred
But I ache and I yearn
I am neither love nor hurt
Just a ghost in my own shirt
In my imperfect world, I exist
[Bridge]
I exist
What if this emptiness counts as being here?
What if this quiet heart is louder than my fear? (oh)
In my imperfect world, I still breathe, I still burn
I am cracked, I am blurred
But I ache and I yearn
I am neither love nor hurt
Just a ghost in my own shirt
In my imperfect world, I exist
I exist.
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By Phil jIMTo exist, I whisper it into the air
Talk to the ceiling like anybodys there
I trip over mornings, collecting scattered days
Every bruise a lesson on crooked, clumsy ways
In my imperfect world, I still breathe, I still burn
I am cracked, I am blurred
But I ache and I yearn
I am neither love nor hurt
Just a ghost in my own shirt
In my imperfect world, I exist
I exist
I write down the rules on the back of my hand
Ink fades by evening, I still dont understand
People pass through me like Im made of glass
Who would ever claim me, who would ever ask?
In my imperfect world, I still breathe, I still burn
I am cracked, I am blurred
But I ache and I yearn
I am neither love nor hurt
Just a ghost in my own shirt
In my imperfect world, I exist
[Bridge]
I exist
What if this emptiness counts as being here?
What if this quiet heart is louder than my fear? (oh)
In my imperfect world, I still breathe, I still burn
I am cracked, I am blurred
But I ache and I yearn
I am neither love nor hurt
Just a ghost in my own shirt
In my imperfect world, I exist
I exist.