Imperfections

Imperfections - Olivia Chaney

Crying on a plane to New York New York

No permit to work nor play

Green card did you get a green card

It's only a short stay

Traveling alone fans flames

Smokeless smouldering

I depart without declaration

Almost feeing I could become someone

Except for the hem of my skirt's undone

Achilles heel clumsy hole

Somebody stop me baring my soul

Guilt ridden provoking

One part my mother with the favour prompting

Stranger prodding to see how things feel

Just out of sight

I'm perfecting imperfection

That's what I tell myself

I tell myself

There is no body else

Steward's a sleaze lives in Queens

Aims to please to meet his kind of girl

See the world travel by token air fares

Now I lie on a gay friend's sofa

Shakespeare's cuckold throws a blanket over

My many Manhattans tourist whims

Meat packing district my Chelsea mourning

He takes us out for hard boiled eggs

Salt beef bagel oh he's got good legs

But the whiskey comes up the rain pours down

This no real cure in this grid locked town

I'm perfecting imperfection

That's what I tell myself

I tell myself

There is no body else

I'm perfecting imperfection

That's what I'll tell them when

The flights are flown the men are all kissed

When there's nowhere left to yearn

Still I feel ya just a shell breaking

Not sure whose sure I'm not faking

When was my Lord so ungently tempered

Stopped his ears with my lack of repentance

My lack of repentance

My lack of repentance