We had a house out in the 'burbs   I made my way up through the firm   Kept the yard nice and pristine   and picture perfect so it seemed      Our welcome matte laid on the floor   we hung a wreath up on the door   but then that letter came unwarned   now perfect isn't very perfect   anymore      We packed our things up in the car   I never shook so very hard   searched the sky for signs of sun   and life had quickly come undone      My wife was crying softly and   the tear stained letter in her hand   cut us both down to the core   now perfect isn't very perfect   No, perfect isn't quite the word for it   Perfect isn't very perfect   Anymore...