You say I'm something great.
You even dare to call me perfect, at times
And it sets aglow a part of me
That managed not to become an utter mess, sure.

But these times you call me great
Sort of ring in my head when I'm alone.

Falling heroes, great men
Those who rescue and heal and risk their lives... not me.

I am so far from that.
I am so far from anything like that.

It ***** me up that Hollywood was always with us
In flawed eyes, but I love it

I do, you never get it
Quite right
Do you?

And that's just fine.

But upon writing a little piece on the matter
The words form a magic ring
And encircle me

I won't lie, I see it too
Like that song by the Foo Fighters--
And I can see it in you.