Atelophobia

The higher, the better, the numbers

Colored in green

They're worth a thousand words

To decipher before I sleep

But never enough to define

What perfect means

I'm dying to feel heard

And to feel seen

Making me yearn for the perfect words

To redefine perfection

Who are they to bow for long

After one big congratulations?

So god forbid the road to insignificance

If my numbers will not rise above

So what's my next move baby?

No, there ain't no shame in wanting to feel loved

Loved, loved, LOVED!

There ain't no shame in wanting

No shame in wanting to feel loved

Loved, loved, LOVED!

What if I what if I

What if I've peaked?

I will not be caught dead

Just counting my blessings instead

I cannot be I cannot be

I have to become

I will march into my deathbed

To the beat of the people's drum

Making me yearn for the perfect words

To redefine perfection

Who are they to bow for long

After one big congratulations?

So god forbid the road to insignificance

If my numbers will not rise above

So what's my next move baby?

No, there ain't no shame in wanting to feel loved

Loved, loved, LOVED!

There ain't no shame in wanting

No shame in wanting to feel loved

Loved, loved, LOVED!

There ain't no shame in wanting to feel loved.