Gut

Dreams get mixed up in my head

I'm not a dream analyst, my counselor said

I'm not searching for perfection

So don't seek it in me

There's beauty in flaws

Better to strive to make yourself happy

Red chicken leans against my wall

Her eggs are all in one basket

But her eyes are on the empty bottle

If you're searching for perfection

Remember there's always a but

Better to point your moral compass towards your gut

Jesus I guess had no regrets

But if you ask Mary she'd say something else

He was searching for perfection

And look where it got him

And as the Bible tells us

We all sin

We all sin

We all

Sin