Your style and grace illuminate this place,
When you crack a smile on your face.
But your eyes conceal a world full of lies,
That was created by all the other guys.

I'm not depressed, I'm just uninspired by all the rest,
Whose eyes seem to fixate entirely on your chest.
And after a while, it'll go out of style.
But you'll hide your denial with a crooked smile.

Its insane to know they have nothing to gain,
By attempting to get inside of your brain.
But I'm not the same, and I know its a shame,
But there's no one to blame for this silly little game.

So give me a chance, more than just a glance,
My intentions are greater than to get in your pants.
Because more than your bed, I want in your head.
To prove that romance is anything but dead.