My heart is like an old apartment
An empty suitcase in the dark
Some people pack their things, some people see what morning brings
But in the end they depart
I try to remember the better times
Beneath the Arizona stars
And when the morning came, it painted all the cliffs with flame
But those days seem so far
I try
But striving for perfection is a waste of time
I apologize
But all these imperfections are mine
I think that arguments are blinded truths
You only see them in a certain light
You stand on solid ground, but love and grace could not be found
So what good comes from the fight
I try
But striving for perfection is a waste of time
I apologize
But all these imperfections are mine
I think that life is like a jack pine
We cycle through the growth and fire
When someone burns us down, we rise up through unlikely ground
And this time we grow even higher
I try
But striving for perfection is a waste of time
I apologize
But it wasn't all for nothing in the scheme of life
I try
But striving for perfection is a waste of time
I apologize
But all these imperfections are mine
I try to remember the better times
(My heart is like an old apartment)