A Plethora of Imperfections

I know your name It's written on my hand (Ah f*ck it rubbed off) I'm sick of all things superficial Oh oh Could you give me something I've not had I have your heart You just don't know it yet I'm waiting until the day is special Oh oh So you can say yes Some may think I'm soft Well everyone except you can f*ck off I use you to cure my paranoia Oh oh You don't seem to think that's wrong I haven't seen you in months, Oh hell I'd like to ask if you're well Because you're the only thing that's living Oh oh That answers the pain Well, the world's gone to shit And just when I want to quit I've got you there to keep me going Oh oh I love it when you clench your fist I love it when you touch my arm Or in the front seat of my car Talking to me about how someone Oh oh Has done you harm And that kid's really no good I can treat you better than they could But you'd rather choose the bad one Oh oh I guess I also should