My wall is my door

I've noticed there is blood on my wall

I've noticed there is blood on my wall

I stumbled upon it when my cat did too

But she's probably known of it for some time.

It froze me for a second or two

I'm not proud of it, I worried too soon

I thought I'd have to do something about it

But there's not enough wet to wash it in time.

I thought of what to do with it

And collected a piece of it, just a bit

I drove it to town, up in downtown

Cute girl at the desk was mad for taking my time.

The first scientist analyzed with a frown

And the second seconded his concluded frown

I thought it to be an aimless endeavor

But I needed to do something with my time.

I came home washed blood from my wall

I came home washed blood from my wall

I came home washed blood on my wall

I came home washed blood on my wall

Earlier before this time

I should've explained, but I was scared:

The wall is a door is a wall is a door is a wall is a door is my wall is my door;

I'm scaring my scares by opening the sores.

Flawed/Awe

It's been awhile, and maybe for the worse.

"I think I'm a bad person. I do this this and this.  But, maybe I just have flaws."

Well, hang-on here.  Flaws? Flaws are negative.  Flaws are imperfections.  A flawed diamond fetches for less than the flawless-lifeless variant.  

Flaws, yes, are bad. 

When, pray tell, do you stop being flawed and end up bad?  Because, I'm trying to be honest, it's not cute, and it's not a "don't you love me so?" kinda thing.

let's not shit ourselves

Find someone that loves you at your best and worst. That should be the one you love. The convenient thing is that you might just love this other person at their best and worst. Then you can love each other.

"People sometimes complain that too many of the songs deal with love and the loss of it. The way I feel, it's the most important thing in life; why the hell wouldn't I sing about it?"

"To love and to be loved, let's hope that is enough."

electable

"Love would be something that I'd just know"