This is a song about "Imperfectly perfect"

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Everyday a star is born

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Is making the perfect potion

How you hold in emotion

Is what i quest

Either ways it's perfect

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Perfect picture frame'd/* perfect pitch of frames/*

Don't say anything if your sleeping.....ok perfect

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck