Unfaithful Perfection

Like a broken faucet, your poisonous acid waters the ground Trapping yourself in an assassin's disguise - suffocation there's no sound With every one of your weapons - strewn across your Gucci belt Psychopaths and Sociopaths - can't fathom what their victims felt Your size 13 Jordans - stomping through the dungeons and catacombs You're satisfied with your murderous work - robbing sacred sarcophagus tombs Too afraid and too ignorant to trust your progress - watching as it blooms You're the only one who stops yourself dead in your tracks You've got too much pride and ego - to correct what you know you've lacked You're so high up on your leathered high horse - believing you're a god In your brain, your logic, your common sense - you're missing a mechanical cog You're in your fantasies, you're in a storybook - and you're in your head You can't admit what's hindering your progress - so you settle for less instead But God forbid you ever did realize your easily correctable weak flaws I swear I'd croak over and die if you ever admitted it - finally realizing the cause The first steps to start to change for the better - is admitting the worst issues I'll make sure when you ever admit it - on standby will be a box of tissues If it ever even gets microscopically better - the cheating will still be in my head As well as everything you've ever betrayed me for - all of the evil you said Your excuse is "you're not perfect," and I don't want you to be But you don't have to be "perfect" at all - to be consistly unfaithful to me