The “Perfect” Death
(VERSE 1)
Perfection hunters crowding the imperfect world
where the un-made bed has no right to enlist
where the cleanest flooring on earth exists
where the designer life
meets the designer child
who meet the designer parents
on a mission gone wild
where in depth parenting
means wiping surface clean
and tears of truth
are considered bold and obscene
(CHORUS)
I want to be flawed like never before
leave the dishes in the sink
and the clothes on the floor
shout I love you out loud
to my guy in the mall
embarrass myself
embarrass us all
dance in the street
and sing a song when I walk
and really don’t care how many jaws I make drop
cause I’m out of this rat race
I’ve taken my last breath
and my families invited
to this “Perfect Death”
(VERSE 2)
Yes, Yes, Yes,
I’m kissing perfect goodbye
no more impeccable life
from now on it’s “anti”
anti-work, anti-cleaning, anti-skinny ‘til I drop
I’ll be shovin’ in bon-bons ‘til I can’t talk
the Perfect trap snapped in half on me
and for the first time in my life
I’m a woman whose free
I’ll walk through my front door
rested and suntanned
put my coat on the floor
don’t care where it lands
tell the kids their grounded
if they cleaned their rooms
leave the bathroom door open
who cares about fumes!
(BRIDGE TO FINAL CHORUS)
Ok, Ok, Ok,
I’ve taken it too far
ixnay on the fumes
no stinkin’ allowed
but that’s where the line I draw stays
cause the Perfect life is one giant maze
where I’m always hitting the glass
so death by perfection no longer exists
I’ve killed every crazy mother’s to-do list
and buried them in the dirt
left the mud on my hands
threw out the frying pans
and ironed my favorite ripped shirt!
cause….
I want to be flawed like never before
leave the dishes in the sink
and the clothes on the floor
shout I love you out loud
to my guy in the mall
embarrass myself
embarrass us all
dance in the street
and sing a song when I walk
and really don’t care how many jaws I make drop
cause I’m out of this rat race
I’ve taken my last breath
and my families invited
to “Perfect’s Death”
come grab your seat
you’re in for treat
cause this is the only death I won’t cheat!
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted
Song Lyrics about Perfection: Just some humor about the perfectionist, trying to always be “perfect” at everything all the time.
