'She ain't much of a muse.'

What can I say for you that
Has not already been lied?
Your eyes do not sparkle,
Your smile has long since died.
Your eyebrows are
Painted to be quizzical.
Nice try, but,
I don't think you're listening.

I'll give you a joke, but
You're twice as sarcastic
Your wooden skin covers
A brain made of plastic
I come along to watch and
You come along to see.
Nice try, but
I don't think your eyes make the effort.

I ask you what New Year's means
To you and your future.
You shrug and say,
'I'm sure it will be boring.'

You ain't much of a muse.

Authenticity
is so overlooked
Honesty aswell
but people wouldn't notice them
even if they fell
right in their arms.

People chase a stupid fantasy
dive into a virtual world
and drown in imaginary expectations
I hope your bubble pops
life is here in front of you
I've been there too
I understand, but it's no excuse.

No one is perfect
no one really has tact
sense, perception
Or any idea how to deal with life
It's all an act.
It's all an act.

the words you said to me are engraved on my arms
carved the words
into my skin
your judgement is my cold, sweet breakfast.