Lyric

A city warped, reflected in a glass called perfect

One lens of a different color I just can’t take off

Matching my steps, shadows follow along

Like a dissonant symphony—somehow funny, right?

Worrying about the “likes” they expect

Pretending not to see my own mistakes

I stopped pretending to search for the “real me”

Let’s toast to clumsy, imperfect days

This skewed view paints the world like a palette

My life’s not perfect, spilled wine and all I love

I love my mistakes, celebrate this moment

I don’t know what a happy ending is

This story stays a little crooked

I don’t know what a happy ending is

But this is my story

(Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Somehow, I stopped fearing what others think

Blue sky to my right, sunset to my left—I looked up and laughed

Someone else’s “rightness” doesn’t fit me at all

Even the black cat shakes its head, don’t you think?

I can’t hear voices pushing me forward

But I won’t hesitate anymore, I’m fine

This road is mine—my path, my rule, my life

Let’s toast to all this imperfection

This skewed view is art no one else can copy

My life’s not perfect, spilled wine teaches me

I love my mistakes, I love my messy life

Let’s toast to all the imperfect days

These crooked colors make a masterpiece

My life’s not perfect, but I hold it close

I love my mistakes, I love my messy life