good enough

tell me about drunk enough to pass out
and i'll tell you about drunk enough to forget
i'll tell you out how good is better that perfect
and how perfect doesn't exist 

in our world of
good 

enough

You're going to forget most of what i say
but the feeling will linger
in that razor blade way that 

feelings
cut deep

you never remember the cut
only the scar, and the feelings it's left
on your chest while your memories of pain
are laid to rest

such is life