perfection

No one's telling you, you're not that perfect

No one's telling you, you have to be perfect

Perfection is a mental barrier, keeping you back from progressing further

Looking through twenty-five glass panels

Seeing me through every different angle

Accepting me for what is there, accepting me for what I have left

Don't hold yourself to a final form, you're forever evolving

You're always gonna be more, and more

In the moment you tend to do the most

You want life in movies, always driving through the coast

New Jersey palm trees always dropping in the winter

Leaving you 'cause in the cold season I turn bitter