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
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
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
But striving for perfection is a waste of time
I apologize
But it wasn't all for nothing in the scheme of life
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)

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