ultraspank
perfect
Clinging to a hope Dust that makes me choke A tiny piece of dirt Happiness assured  Can't be too far Can't be too hard Traction having slipped I think I've lost my grip  Mine but not for long Mine, think I'm losing pressure Think I'm losing ground Think I'm losing pressure Think I'm losing ground down  Falls down, hurts me Much less, so good, so good So perfect like How could, how could How could you try?  What for, what for? What better life Once more, once more It all slips by me again, by me  Think I'm losing pressure Think I'm losing ground Think I'm losing pressure Think I'm losing  Once more Put it in a package of perfect like Leave it in package of perfect size Never opened up and it can't slip by It all slips by 