step up off the roulette wheel
watch it spin a bit, get a feel
for life as a ball of stainless steel
now settled in a slot, then not
something doesn't fit and its bouncing for the next hit

she's got it all together but there's something wrong
she's got music and words but i've got no song
and i just wonder to myself as i coast along
if it is in fact her, do i concur
and then settle for less or is perfection best?

she's an 8.5 but she's opinionated
makes me wonder if nice guys are overrated
is it my fault for sitting here and getting jaded
while i hold out for a 10 and then
realize that on my list such a thing doesn't exist

could be my very own docility
that self-defeating disability
but i don't wanna fight for my tranquility
i don't wanna fight, its not right
do i settle for less, and give up on the best

do i settle for less and sigh
could always work it out or let it go drift on by
almost too much pain to try, mendokusai
i could fight for it, wait for it
wait for perfection to hit me in the eye, i wonder why

and i know the nature of this getting-old crime
what makes it what breaks it every time
i know the reason why the words don't rhyme
and i know the history, its me
that asks the question all along, same song

well is it i change me or you change you
its looking like its gotta be one of the two
or it could be a little bit of both, its true
to come up with a ten in the end
you gotta head in this direction to create your own perfection