Leave Me
Embracing Imperfections: A Songwriter's Reflection
Lyrics
I'm no angel
I acknowledge that I'm not perfect or virtuous
I'm no saint
I admit I'm not a morally perfect person
I get sad the room's a different colour
I feel sadness, and my perception changes when I'm engaged in artistic activities like painting
when I'm covered in paint
The change in the room's color is a result of my artistic endeavors with paint
I'm no master
I'm not an expert or a master in what I do
I haven't figured it out
I haven't completely understood or mastered my craft
I don't smooth out the plaster
I don't perfect or refine the surface (metaphor for imperfections)
And with the bumps come my doubts
Imperfections and doubts arise with my creative process
It's too late for sandpaper
It's too late to fix mistakes, and they are already evident
The paint's already on
The paint has been applied, and changes cannot be easily undone
I'm a song writing waiter
Describing oneself as a waiter who writes songs
just let me serve you a song
Expressing a desire to share a song with others
Don't make me fix what I've broken
Asking not to be held responsible for fixing what's broken
That's way too much work
Fixing things is a burdensome task that I want to avoid
And it would take me knowin
Fixing requires self-awareness, and I acknowledge my flaws
That I am a jerk
Admitting to being flawed and making mistakes
So leave me dissatisfied
Asking to be left unsatisfied or unfulfilled
with my bumpy blue walls
Expressing acceptance of the imperfect, "bumpy" aspects of life
leave me to grieve to cry
Requesting space to grieve and cry without interference
but don't let me fall
Asking not to be abandoned or left alone during difficult times
because if I fall
Highlighting the fear of falling and breaking
then I'll fall apart
Anticipating a potential emotional breakdown if left unsupported
and then I'll be small
Concern about becoming emotionally small or fragile
just like my heart
Comparing emotional vulnerability to a small heart
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