All that’s perfect is in you
In the Wednesday clouds you see
Who have nothing in particular to say
While you drink your honey tea
Alone in your room
You have a million and no place to be
You’re as needed as you are needy

Leave me be
But tell me I’m perfect
Like the rest of them

You don’t know how to be the rest of them
Neither do they
Your tea and Wednesday clouds
Were always the same as their Tuesday tears
Which are as perfect as you