The Beautiful Truth

Imperfection is the new perfection
No such thing as perfection
When I look at my reflection
That’s what I tell my kids
All the pain and self pity
That I learned back in my youth
Is like a flame burning through me
It’s what I call the beautiful truth
The beautiful truth

How many roads must I travel
How many streets must I walk down
Before my face hits the gravel
And I’m lying here dead on the ground
All this sense of duty
Mixed up with this ugly beauty
It’s handed down to me
And it’s what I call the beautiful truth
The beautiful truth
It’s life’s foundation
You got to give if you want something back
If you want a share of the fruits
It’s what I call the beautiful truth