Imperfect Tense - Frank Turner

Naked and retched and retching on a hotel bathroom floor

Somewhere in the city

Three days not sleeping, not eating, not feeling good anymore

Drenched in sweat and self-pity now

It’s not a pretty sight

What to say in my defense?

I was imperfect, tense

Used to have such balance, but I don’t know where it went

So won’t you be my present sense?

Breaking, I’m shaking, it’s taking a long long time

To come down off this murderous medication

Trying to remember my reasons for running myself into the ground with such

dedication

It’s not meant to be

I am lost at sea

So mermaids sing to me

Of the better times and the things that can be

And of islands in the Mediterranean sea

And of eating and sleeping and times when I should

And of washing the drink and the drugs from my blood

And I’ve nothing to say in my defense

I’m far from perfect and I’m still tense

They say that love can change you once

Please, say that love can change me once

Come on change me