Today I heard someone say that you were "perfect"
and I envied them...
I envied the way that her tongue wrapped around your name.
I envied the way her eyes lit up talking about you.
I envied the way that she couldn't stop mentioning you.
I envied the way that I had to act like I didn't love you...
                 and I e-n-v-i-e the way that I wasn't her
                       telling everyone how great you are.



                                                         because you're the light to every dark age
                                                                                   and I wish every one knew
                                                                                      that you truly are perfect.