Perfect Is The Enemy

There was that short descriptions on page 195
It wasn't really what I had intended to describe
And after many hours of working on the text
I gave up and decided it was hopeless to expect
That I'd ever have the talent to do better than ok
I tossed that novel in the bin, there was nothing more to say
It will forever go unread though I did the best I could
Perfect is the enemy of good

Perfect is the enemy
Perfect is the enemy
Perfect is the enemy of good
If I could make it better don't you think I would
If I say it's not good enough, I hope that it's understood
Perfect is the enemy of good

Our partnership was based on love and trust and fun
But I was undecided, would she ever be the one
Was she exactly what I wanted, was she a perfect fit
A goddess with golden hair and unrivalled wit
A libertine, a temptress, and that lovely girl next door
I let her go, so I'd be free for whatever was in store
I learned a lot about loneliness, more than I really should
Perfect is the enemy of good

Nothing's ever finished
Nothing's ever done
Always trying, waiting
While the race is being run
Perfect is my enemy
It keeps me playing small
For all that I've attempted
There's not much to show at all

The novel I was writing spoke of sadness and regret
For a love I'd lost so long ago that I still can't forget
With this song I'm hoping for some closure on my past
I'm trying hard - I hope I can redeem myself at last
You'll probably never hear this song - it won't pass the test
That just allows perfection - I give up on all the rest
But who knows maybe this time I'll cut myself a break
And sing this song with all it's flaws
It's a chance that I should take
Not perfect but maybe the very best I could
Perfect is the enemy of good

Perfect is the enemy
Perfect is the enemy
Perfect is the enemy of good
If I could make it better don't you think I would
If I say it's not good enough, I hope that it's understood
Perfect is the enemy of good
Perfect is the enemy of good