Perfect, just play it perfect. For one miserable day, let my life be okay. Let me keep it alight. Let me play it just right. Because Yale has no place for a basket case. Yet again, they may, if she can play 'Invention in C' perfectly. Perfectly. Perfectly. Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. This is fucking perfect! If I can't even play, I'll never get away. Never get away, never get away, Never be free. And oh, won't that be just fucking... perfect.