Impractical Perfection

I see that look in your eyes
Everytime a surprise
Whenever I fall short

A glimpse of rejection
Just short of perfection
I'm trying to make this work

Got my life situated
But you have me slated
A fear of being wrong

Want to see in those eyes
Perfection surmise
A feeling I can make it

Crave the love in your voice
I have no choice
I must strive for greatness

Your trained puppeteer
Unforced, I disappear
Pressure is what makes me

Your gravity I need
My secret to succeed
Without you I am lost

I now crave your drive
You keep me alive
Down my quest to perfection.