When I'm Rome

And you beg for something real?
I offer reality
in a mixed bag of fun
the grass would be greener
but your ego blocks the sun

out of touch
and out of time
I quote 80's songs
because originality
is something you leech
running my patience thin

Oh do realize
that beauty runs farther
than rose makeup and candy lips
with desire comes just one kiss
instead I find bitter
you were a muse
whose well ran dry

Just wait
until the image sharpens
and all you find
and all you wanted
was right here waiting
again not original
but to the point
like the dagger
once used
or your warm breathe
that so many boys
with their cars and toys
that have bathed in
like sweet sin

Maybe once you considered
giving me a chance
I'm not the lottery
one dollar attempts
and loose change collected
Won't earn my intention
from one now infected
vain regards
turn a heart to shards
like glass
you should look in more often
to see who you really are.
a broken relic
from a shining star.

Emo songs
and punk ballads
describe you so well
sing along in ignorance
melancholy blisters
and venomous whispers
light you up in shame
play along
to this song
like its all a game

dare to continue
filling up verbs
with malicious intent
its a waste of time
because in the end
my callous friend
your just a fish in the sea

save up that change
maybe you'll win
grin in that sweet sin
and the grass will start to grow
large ego and all
but in my eyes
those candy lips
and those curvy hips
paint a bitter portrait of shame
Feel free to ignore me
while I rant and dare to defy
but your just a chance taking girl
and im just the smarter guy.