what you aren't, perfect.

Perfect like the old man down the road.

Perfect like the fork in the road.

Perfect like the eyeballs staring at me right now.

Perfect like the best day ever.

Perfect like the meadow of us 

and the meadow of you. 

Perfect like roses with thorns. 

And you would have been perfect like he was.

Perfect like the ice cream shop down the road.

Perfect like the landscape outside my window in Brooklyn.

Perfect like I thought you were when you said you loved me. 

Perfect, is what you aren’t.