Fractured Boundaries

I said make it better.

Then better got boring.

I moved the finish line again,

It was getting in my way.

Built the thing I swore I wanted,

Looked at it and said,

“Okay…”

What's after that?

What's under this? What happens if we break the switch?

Everybody yelled, “That's far enough.” I said—

“That's a weird place to quit.”

I don't want perfect.

Perfect knows when to stop.

I want the beautiful mistake that makes perfect look like a rough

draft.

ONE MORE THAN IMPOSSIBLE!

That's where I wanna go!

Past the part where everybody with good judgment tells me no!

ONE MORE THAN IMPOSSIBLE!

Past ridiculous, past enough!

If the ceiling doesn't move—

THEN TEAR THE MOTHERFUCKER UP!

I want strings picking fights with percussion,

Piano kicking holes in assumptions,

Cello yelling, “Move, I got something!” Then the whole damn band starts

arguing. Give me pretty getting dangerous,

Give me ugly dressed immaculate,

Give me one note nobody expected right where everything should've ended.

Don't make it louder.

MAKE IT STRANGER.

Don't add another layer.

MAKE THE LAST ONE ANSWER.

Maybe ultimateness isn't being the best.

Maybe it's reaching the place

where any reasonable person would stop—

(pause) …and getting curious.

ONE MORE THAN IMPOSSIBLE!

I can finally see the edge!

Everybody came to watch me stop— I CAME TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS

NEXT! ONE MORE THAN IMPOSSIBLE!

If we made it this fucking far,

Don't give me what I asked for— GIVE ME SOMETHING I DIDN'T

KNOW TO ASK!

“Better.”

“No.

Better.” (hahaha)

“Now we're getting somewhere.”