Perfect

I'm sorry that I am not perfect
Because I know how wonderful perfection is
That's why we dream of it
That's why we dream

I wish that you did not dream of me
But that you lived, lived life with me
So that I was your life
And I did not live in mine

I catch your subtle movements
Your eyes are closed, dreaming
Of the sky, because it never ends
Because it holds so much in its hands

Because you can touch it
Because you can't touch all of it
Because I am small and wearied
Because something is perfect and I am not