The Perfect Ending

Taken in context

It's not a bad thing

But when you start to pick it apart

It gets so depressing

It's that sort of thing

That makes you think too much

It's that sort of thing

Makes you lose your objectivity

So if you made it

Just be glad that you did and stay there

If you ever feel loved or needed

Remember that you're one of the lucky ones

And if it's over

Just remember what I told you

It was bound to happen, so just

Keep moving on

There's no perfect endings

You peel back the layers

And get down to the inside

But sometimes you lose sight

Of what it was you were trying to find

And it's that sort of thing

That makes you think too much

It's that sort of thing

Makes you lose your objectivity

So if you made it

Just be glad that you did and stay there

If you ever feel loved or needed

Remember that you're one of the lucky ones

And if it's over

Just remember what I told you

It was bound to happen, so just

Keep moving on

There's no perfect endings

No perfect endings