Perfect Is A Myth

this skin that we
wear on our bodies
won't help to see
what we could be

i keep my iq
on ice, oh you too?
so much taboo
eyes up who knew

the world is surrounded in grief
so much that i would lose sight in what i believe
but you want more from a simple utopia
an idea that never was 
any more than being discussed
you ask where's the life
the perfect house and perfect wife
well let me tell you all that died
before it ever even was alive

for now i wish
to keep this kiss
so good is it 
when gone i miss
monotony 
got the best of me
dream of what we 
don't have money

the world is surrounded in grief
so much that i would lose sight in what i believe
but you want more from a simple utopia
an idea that never was 
any more than being discussed
you ask where's the life
the perfect house and perfect wife
well let me tell you all that died
before it ever even was alive

and then one day i realized
dreams are what we make of them
and what we take from them is life
pushing forward through this world
asking only in this prayer to make it there unfurled
sailing into destiny
not quite knowing what at all will come to fall on me

perfect is a myth
a sentimental gift
that never existed
balance cannot be
in a world of greed
our nature is listed