5th August, 2009 - Perfection

It was supposed to be a consolation
A hugging, a shelter without association
A little bit feeling for feeling secure
A bit sympathy, just to assure

Shoulder on shoulder, fingers entwined
Your arm around me, as a little remind
You’re my helping best friend, make sure that I know
My arms wrapped around you, too weak to let go

My ear on your heart, my head on your chest,
Thank you, best friend; you’re doing your best
In ripping my heart up, and at the same time
You mend it and make it bizarrely feel fine

Your heartbeat is quiet, your breathing’s still calm
You’re stroking my arm and holding me warm
I wish this beating would never end
For you to hold me forever, best friend

Atmosphere has changed, or has it before?
I look in your eyes, seeing oceans once more
It’s not the same like it used to be
Is it your fault or is it just me?

But then you destroy it, you know what you do
You know what we could get into
And you’re raising up, I’m doing my hair
Pretending this moments have never been there
But still today, I think about this
When I’m asked to define what perfection is.