Our love was written in the heavens.
Too bad I'll never know.
Because these lies and broken vessels won't let me in.
My body's imperfections keep the holiness out of me.
So I'll stick my finger down my throat a little farther,
Push my body back a little longer.
"I wonder what its like to be perfect…" I whispered to you one night.
You replied with the same old "no ones perfect but you" bullshit.
Yeah, I wish. Look at that girl in the magazine, bones exaggerated and hair thinning.
Never seen anything more beautiful.
Hold me closer, and maybe I won't disappear.
(Like I want to).