Not Perfect, But Alright

No one's perfect but we're doing alright
We won't lose vision but we may lose sight
We may yell and swear, and yell some more
But we won't slip like we did before

No one's perfect but we're managing
Although we've ruined our upbringing
Bottle of rum and money spent
And a silent nod of mutual consent

We're not perfect but we're trying our best
To lead a life that we have guessed
We're breathing in a one-room home
At least it's one we've made our own

Nothing's perfect but we'll make it someday
Or any of those things we say
We're not perfect and we know it
But we're happy as we see fit.