The snow covered the land like a white blanket with no wrinkles
The trees looked as fake as-
As fake as plastic
Perfect plastic
That was the thing,
Wasn't it
How everything was and is and will forever be perfect
But perfect can't exist
It's a fictional word
Because nothing is perfect
Not you
Not me
Not anybody
as far as the eye can see
But that's not what they believed
They lived in a land where everything had to be perfect
Even the birds and the bees
Including you and me
And no one understood
Absolutely no one could
How someone and something somewhere could be perfect
Some life to live
Some people to meet
Some perfect people
Some perfect life
Living some perfect day
Everyday
In every which way
And it all starts out in a perfect sway
But when it comes around to May
The perfect people all go away
And they all start to look another way
And they all don't look the same
There is no more fame
And no body to blame
But that blanket
When that blanket melts
And the flowers start to welt
Nothing seems perfect anymore
And maybe it never was
But we will ever know
Because we were living our non perfect life
And living just fine
All of there husbands off with there wife
People weren't walking in a straight perfect line
Everything was just fine
And fine is devine