(0:48 – 1:40)

She’s imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won’t ask for help
She is messy, but she’s kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine

(Not at all what this song is about, but these particular lyrics taken out of their original context are uncannily on point…)