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.