Imperfect

I feel kept in secret
But the novelty is fleeting
And it felt so unexpected
But I know where I belong
And she always comes
When the sun runs past the furthest street I know
And she might say
That I really like who you’re turning out to be
And I could go red, with you just in the room
And I’m imperfect and you should be heading home soon
The next time that I see you
We’ll be at the party
The spare bed is the coat rack
And your eyes will say please hold back
And I feel so stuck, between falling for you
And being alone, the way I’ve always been
I can’t use the phone
Please get here quick and get me off the floor
Oh
I could go red, with you just in the room
And I’m imperfect and you should be heading home soon