A Plethora of Imperfections

I know your name
It's written on my hand
(Ah fuck 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 fuck 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