The coffee's cold, and the trash won't go
There's a shirt on the chair from three days ago
The mirror's cracked, but it suits my face
Call it chaos-I call it space
Or grace
It's not broken, just bending the rules
Who needs a clean slate when you've got the tools
I'm not lost, I'm just finding the threads
This is my perfect mess
Yeah this is my perfect mess
Yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah it's my perfect mess
The clock's not ticking, but it keeps me on time
The neighbors can't stand to listen to me rhyme
I don't have a plan but I like the sounds
Of figuring it out as I break it down
It's not broken, just bending the rules
Who needs a clean slate when you've got the tools
I'm not lost, I'm just finding the threads
This is my perfect mess
You know it's my perfect mess
I'll take the cracks, the stains, the spills
I'm riding the wave without standing still
No need for straight lines, I'll take the bends
I'm a work in progress that never ends
Oooooo, haha, will it ever end
Boom
It's not broken, just bending the rules
Who needs a clean slate when you've got the tools
I'm not lost, I'm just finding the threads
This is my perfect mess
Yeah this is my perfect mess
Yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah it's my perfect mess
The world's too tidy for a mind like mine
I'll color outside the lines every time
It's not chaos; it's my best guess
Welcome to my perfect mess