Drift

I couldn't face rejection

So I chase perfection

Grab her arm, spin her round

See a fake reflection

Drowning in complexion

Down an intersection

Hitting one-ninety-five

That's that natural selection

So why'd they save me?

Had the grave dug half deep, it wasn't my time

Thank the angel on my shoulder every time I see her shine

But I'm still asking why they saved my life