Feel Yourself

It’s hard to see behind the lights

Behind the curtains you would find

The plastic strings, instead of wings

But still they fly.

 

Darling

I feel you

But you don’t even feel yourself

You’re trying

Too hard

To be what you can’t expect of yourself

Perfection

Is a coveted disease in your head

A destination

You’ve no hope to find

Darling, I feel you,

But you don’t even feel yourself.

 

It’s hard to find something that fits right

When everything is nothing that excites

And I, am well aware, the world’s not fair,

But still they fly.

 

Darling

I feel you

But you don’t even feel yourself

You’re trying

Too hard

To be what you can’t expect of yourself

Perfection

Is a coveted disease in your head

A destination

You’ve no hope to find

Darling, I feel you,

But you don’t even feel yourself.

 

You’re trying,

You’re trying,

You’re trying,

You’ll try again.

 

Darling

I feel you

But you don’t even feel yourself

You’re trying

Too hard

To be what you can’t expect of yourself

Perfection

Is a coveted disease in your head

A destination

You’ve no hope to find

Darling, I feel you,

But you don’t even feel yourself.