Perfect

We are perfect in our own minds

I admit

We are perfect in our own minds

To offer up the night as the stars begin to fall,

To love the things we hate,

As we pray for so much more

Than we are because, searching for ourselves, because

we are perfect in our own minds

I admit

we are perfect in our own minds

To contemplate the Earth while our heads are in the sand

To want to stay alive is to want to put our

Hands inside the fires that

We know will always burn because

We are perfect in our own minds

I admit

We are perfect in our own minds

I admit

We are perfect in our own minds

I admit

We are perfect in our own minds