I'm a Perfectionist

Suffering days keeping tempo as they're scratching up the windows
I feel incomplete
When marking off the calendar's the only thing that's giving relief

I'm losing my face, slacking off as I stumble through reflections
I feel obsolete
When these bathroom tiles are the only alignment around me

I want everything at once and you said
"Is it only you and God?
How?"

Columns of three, somebody tracked in Virginia on the carpet
I reach for Autumn leaves
Yet wind up every time with the same old slabs of concrete

What happened to me? I'm freaking out as I'm sifting through the details
I see I'm incomplete
And seamlessly efficient in making things worse than they seem

I want everything at once and you said
"It's only you and God."
I want to pick up everything at once well
With everything I've got

Oh disarray you're like the class pet that no one even wanted
I feel incomplete
And I'm running out of patience for the way that I think about me

You leave me at bay, stuttering through a lie that you invented
I feel incomplete
And that's the way it's been so it must be the way it's gonna be

I want everything at once and you said
"It's only you and God."
I want to pick up everything at once
With everything I've got
Everything I've got