Perfect Mess

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