Friday, June 1, 2012

Perfection

I've spent years in dystopia
Inside my brain
I've spent years in dystopia
Inside my brain
I've spent a day in utopia
In your embrace

I remember that night
Pitch dark on my living room floor
The laptop lit up our bodies
My head on your belly
It was perfect to me

Now it haunts my every memory
And I think it's just a little bit funny
How something more than perfect
Has caused such a rift inside of me

I would wish to forget it
Like a name to a face
That I didn't meet
But it smiles back at me

I've spent years in dystopia
Inside my brain
I've spent years in dystopia
Inside my brain
I've spent a day in utopia
In your embrace

From the princess cut ring
To the yellow roses
I remember everything
Noted and filed
In the back of my mind
Where it will stay
For as long as need be
But for now it lays wayside
To inevitability
That bastard child of fate
That got in the way
It tore up vulnerable hearts
Like paper mâché

But for all it's worth
I had a good time
I tasted perfection
Just as sweet as I
Thought it would be

But for all it's worth
I had a good time
I tasted perfection
Just as sweet as I
Thought it would be

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