The Perfect

I never noticed the color of your eyes

Until I saw them in the reflection of this knife.

Green with envy for a life you never had.

Bloodshot contempt when I extend my hand

(so breathe and show us what you＇ve got underneath

Clench your fists until they bleed)

See how and why I know

I don＇t think that this is what I want anymore

I don＇t care if God can save me now

Here I sit with hands cupped and head bowed

And I wonder if you＇re out there have you sen my name in lifhts?

I don＇t care at all

In this world of kiss & tell I＇ve got no stories to speak of now

Silence fills this empty hole

So naive to think, that I could make you feel one thing

This excavation of my chest has produced nothing

Bow your head and pull your eyes down to see

My hand around your wrist

I turn and twist this blade deeper into me

(you can＇t always get what you want but if you

Try sometimes might just fin you＇ll die on you knees)

Wait ＇til the perfect comes