Perfection ain’t all that it’s cracked up to be
No such damn thing as meeting in the middle/half way
It will destroy us all, whether we realise it or not
You believe you’re at the top but before you know it you fall
Oh so far
Best to nip it in the bud right from the beginning
Draw a fine line beneath what might be right, what might turn out to be oh so wrong
None too fine either
Breath, find your feet and SOAR
‘Til you like what you see, no need to adore
None too high either, or you’ll be playing with fire
Typified adoration, quenched by saturation
And if you do like it be sure you don’t go into overtime
This turns out to be the case and you’ll be hitting rewind without even knowing it
Let’s just say that you have a way with words and leave it at that
Do yourself this one favour and take it all in, let it sit