Perfectly Shlomit

You told me horror films help you relax
Set off a flood of questions
I was too afraid to ask
So I held my tongue, you tiptoed then plunged
Through childhood memories
Moved from Jung to love to art
A miracle, a mystery

And when you speak of mysticism
Those slippery words ring true
It’s the only language in my grasp
For how I feel for you
I mourn every day that passed
Before I came your way
Thank whoever’s pulling the strings
I treasure every day

And when I hold you close
I whisper “You are perfect”
And you quietly disagree

Well you’re not perfect
But you’re the one for me
Nobody’s perfect
But you’re perfectly Shlomit

You point out lonely wisps of clouds that pass by overhead
Clear blue skies just don’t provide those subtle shades of red
That leak into the skyline after sunset or at dawn
It’s clear that you are perfect holding hands atop Mont Boron

You see beauty in the ugly
You see symbols, signs, and stars
I see magic, I see treasure
As I piece together who you are

Remember when we spoke about
September by The Shins?
Now your it’s your soul that sings to me
You’re my melody
I’m forever listening

And when I hold you close
I whisper “You are perfect”
And you silently disagree

Well you’re not perfect
But you’re the one for me
Nobody’s perfect
But you’re perfectly Shlomit

I’m running out of goodbyes
That tear-stained rupture
I’m running out of goodbyes
Another one will bury me

I’m running out of goodbyes
God I love her
I’m running out of goodbyes
Torn apart by labyrinthine seas

I’m running out of goodbyes
They sting my throat, they burn my chest
I’m running out of goodbyes
The slow march to a last embrace

I’m running out of goodbyes
The sweet notes then the bitterness
I’m running out of goodbyes
Desperate attempts to memorize your face