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Friday, January 28, 2011

Perfecto.

I'm home. For a very short period of time. On my glorious drive home, i heard a song. And when i say song, i truly mean it. Not auto-tuned, meaningless, emotionless crap. Now when i say what song it was, most of you are going to say that this song is mainstream and that it is the same crap. You will also wonder why the heck i was listening to this artist and this specific song. Turns out it was "Fucking Perfect" by P!nk.

I had to come home and listen to it a few more times before i decided to actually write a blog about it. I've listened to it and played close attention to the lyrics. And man, i really wish more artists would actually write songs with meaning. I'm not saying there aren't any out there that don't; one of the biggest reasons i love Yellowcard so much is because their lyrics are just, magic.

Back to the song. Fucking Perfect. That title still gets me every time i think about it. Mainly because it's a song about accepting yourself. It has nothing to do with fucking hoes, getting money, or on the contrary, worshiping and screaming your lungs out and "singing" about how society sucks. There is a part in the song where she says "Exchange ourselves, And we do it all the time. Why do we do that? Why do I do that?" Accept who you are and all of your glory. Everyone always told me there is no such thing as perfect. Sure there is, everyone is perfect in their own light. It's true.

Now, there is a slight romantic connotation to said song. Fucking perfect to me. Accepting others for everything they are. They're perfect. Don't expect them to change. Don't even want them to change. The more and more i listen to the song, i really can't help but think that i want a girl that thinks i'm "fucking perfect" and takes me for everything i am and doesn't try to change everything about me. I am who i am, i have my faults, i have my downfalls, i have my skeletons in my closet. Take me for my good and my bad. When you love someone, you have to love everything good about them. The hard part is, loving everything bad about them, and dealing with it. Because loving someone isn't easy. It takes work. You have to love all of them. The whole them. Not morph them into something so that you can love all of them. They're fucking perfect, and that is exactly the way everyone should stay.

Song of the day:

Fucking Perfect by P!nk