Oh the songs my heart hums of late are new to me...alas i wish this was so. but I used to hear others hum this tune when I was smaller and rebellious, with no taste of blood in my cheek or on my collar. now my hem is ***** and worn, and fractious memories of other lips pressed to mine... can i toss these and replace them with whatever texture your ****** forestry implies? nuzzles are tasteful, when my tongue is out dear. if only a precursor, let us wander (skirtless) and fitzpleasure abounding not even gently when we combine talents and hum to the moon the new songs we've learned from hating eachother.
(i only hate you for finding my heart and for making me give it to you) but i forgive you for not being here

We all have flaws, and we know it.  No one is perfect, and perfect shouldn’t even be a word in the dictionary, because what use does it have? Perfect body? What makes some of us think it’s perfect? Oh yeah, that’s right, the ******* media.  Trying to tell us our flaws won’t be accepted in the real world so we must change ourselves to look like the ‘perfect’ celebrity. The lyrics are saying that he didn’t accept his flaws, and kept them hidden.  But the person being addressed to accepted their flaws and is trying to help the singer accept them too.  ‘We’ll see that we need them to be who we are…’  We must all accept them.  We are scared of being different because it’s not ‘normal.’  If we were all the same, there would be nothing special about us.  The internal struggle of not accepting who we are is normal.  We are struggling to hide ourselves, because we are ashamed of whom we really are.  We single out our flaws and try to ‘fix’ them and try to be perfect.  But in the end, we’re not.  
a.a.