Perfect

Clinging to a hope

Dust that makes me choke

A tiny piece of dirt

Happiness assured

Can't be too far

Can't be too hard

Traction having slipped

I think I've lost my grip

Mine

But not for long

Mine

Think I'm losing pressure

Think I'm losing ground

Think I'm losing pressure

Think I'm losing

Ground down

Falls down

Hurts me

Much less

So good, so good

So perfect like

How could, how could

How could you try

What for, what for

What better life

Once more, once more

It all slips

By me...again

By me

Think I'm losing pressure

Think I'm losing ground

Think I'm losing pressure

Think I'm losing

Once more

Put it in a package of perfect like

Leave it in package of perfect size

Never opened up and it can't slip

By

It all slips by