Somthin jus a little human

Nobody likes perfection it reminds us of our faults
We relate with imperfections in them everyone exalts
A scratch, dent, tear, out of tune note nothing fake here
Something human a sweaty, grimy dirt stained peer
A fault to make us feel better
A hole in a friend's sweater
Each nick a mark of memory makes it unique
Its blemishes give value, to a story we seek
Nothing like an old pair of shoes
An old guitar beaten plays the best blues
So to hell with autotune, screw AI
Give me a song out a tune and somethin just a bit awry