Perfection Is constant. It’s everywhere And in everything. But our perception of it is not. For us, Perfection is fleeting. It comes in small doses Like a shot of tequila. It shocks on impact Then warms from within. Perfection lingers For as long as the good feeling stays. The problem? We know that shortly The liquor will wear off And the world will again be ***** Smelly Ugly Imperfect.
But you… You stay. You stay past the buzz Past the next-morning feeling Past the hangover Past the fog. You’re still here. You’re still perfect. Because what people don’t get is that since nothing is perfect, Everything Is perfect. Perfection isn’t a shot of tequila But a long Tall Drink Of water. Perfection is a breath of fresh air, Or maybe even stagnant, Because perfection Is everywhere. Perfection is that tree over here That lake over there The crazy blue streak In that girl’s light brown hair.
Perfection Is constant. It’s the waves crashing The river flowing The clock ticking away every moment we spend together, Glowing.
Perfection Is your mother telling you it’s time to come home. My father telling me to hang up the phone. Your best friend taking a year long vacation My history suddenly obtaining clarification.
Perfection is learning From stupid mistakes. Perfection is holding hands Through all the heartaches. Perfection is black rivers flowing down your gorgeous perfect face And perfection is knowing there’s nothing we can’t shake.
Because perfection is there In every code-name fight And perfection is there Through every sleepless night. Perfection is present On the drives along winding lanes And perfection is present When we hide from cars in vain. Perfection is you And perfection is me Because through all our flaws We’re as perfect as perfect can be. Yet the world still doesn’t understand that Nothing is perfection So perfection Is everything.