Perfect Boy

Perfect boy

Isn’t that how it always is?

Fatigue is your enemy

Flawlessness is so tiring

In the spring, on the bus, to a competition, you were in the deepest sleep

It took more than shaking

I never thought much of it

In the fall, in your car on the highway, you did it again

I wonder if you woke up for a second

Were you shaken by the guide rail?

Did you feel the fire deface you?

Your family wakes in hell

And we’re still there to see them any time that we’d like

You are nowhere to be found with your beacon of light

Beacon of light

Beacon of light