Perfection in Imperfection

R.I.P to Karen.


The hardest thing I’ve ever done
Is keep believing
There’s someone in this crazy world
For me
The way that people come and go
Thru temporary lives
My chance could come and I might never know

I used to say no promises,
Let’s keep it simple
But freedom only helps you say
Good-bye
It took a while for me to learn
That nothin’ comes for free
The price I’ve paid is high enough for me

I know I need to be in love
I know I’ve wasted too much time
I know I ask perfection of
A quite imperfect world
And fool enough to think that’s
What I’ll find

So here I am with pockets full
Of good intentions
But none of them will comfort me
Tonight
I’m wide awake at four a.m.
Without a friend in sight
Hanging on a hope but I’m alright

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