Imperfectly

i'm okay

if you get me at a good angle

and you're okay

in the right sort of light

and we don't look

like pages from a magazine

but that's all right

that's all right

i crashed your pickup truck

and then i had to drive it back home

i was crying

i was so scared

of what you would do

of what you would say

but you just started laughing

so i started laughing along

saying, it looks a little rough

but it runs okay

it looks a little rough

but it runs good anyway

we get a little further from perfection

each year on the road

i guess that's what they call character

i guess that's just the way it goes

better to be dusty than polished

like some store window mannequin

why don't you touch me where i'm rusty

let me stain your hands

when you're pretty as a picture

they pound down your door

but i've been offered love

in two dimensions before

and i know that it's not all

it's made out to be

let's show them how it's done

let's do it all imperfectly