PERFECTIONIST.

When does the pursuit of perfection become a circle of pointless pity parties Being patronized by petals of a flower afraid to Grow An aggregate of idealized ideologies, incubating for forever til they're lost in the Snow Sleepless nights spatter blood from my arteries Pump prescription till it's hard to read What am I taking? I don't Know An egregious error that could lead to my demise Pointless breaks led to fatal flaws being found in my paradigm Closed lips led on closed fists Grip for sanity in this stare of mine Snip the convos before they unravel Stow my secrets where the judge hides it's gavel Now if you gone keep holding on like this Hold my hand then Ill break it, can't get fixed Fish for feelings, but I'm not feeling you Take a walk, I've got bigger shoes I.