when the stars shine people don't look for the dull ones in the distance,
you never search for the smallest apple on the tree,
nobody is interested in the runt of the litter,
but somehow you found me.

people don't want that broken vase sitting at the back of the antique shop,
no one likes a faulty record or a cd that gets stuck on repeat,
who would want a bike with no wheels or a car with no engine?
but somehow you found me.

what person wants the horse that can't run?
or the dog that isn't interested in fetching the ball?
nobody wants a goldfish who can't swim,
but somehow you wanted me.

you picked me up and brushed me down and told me it would be ok,
i told you i wasn't what you needed, i was faulty and broken and imperfect,
but you told me that sometimes the best things are those that aren't whole and with a smile you took my hand and made me yours.

but now i think you realised what i meant originally.
there's a reason nobody wants a broken vase,
or a dog that won't play fetch.
there's logic behind not buying the car with no engine,
or picking the smallest apple on the tree.

they'll let you down when you need them most,
their faults are what will break you.
and that's what i told you from the beginning,
but somehow you still wanted me.