Imperfect World

I am a soldier who forgot the war
I can’t remember what I was fighting for
I turned 32 on the 4th of July
Caught in a dream with thunderstorm skies

These jaded trees hang all over me
I got nothing left to say nothing left to believe
No more lies left to tell myself
In an imperfect world I’m your perfect girl

I was blessed in Atlanta on a Saturday night
It felt kinda special but a little too late
I drive a hundred miles just to get a step ahead
Now you tell me darling does that seem worth it

I realized there’s nothing there
Nothing worth knowing
I realized there’s nothing there
Nothing worth showing
I realized there’s nothing there
Nothing worth knowing
I realized there’s nothing there
No reason for coming or going

I am a soldier lost at sea
Looking for direction on the ocean breeze
But nobody hears the story of a boat that sinks
All washed up or on the brink