I'm not that situational.
In certain conversations
I cannot fashion those answers so sensational
That leave me empty.
I cannot pitch clever diction
So it makes you swoon.
And I certainly can't bring you
Some fake words about the moon
So that you're blinded by my fiction.
I'm not much for inserting words
Where they please your ear.
I only bare my deeply rooted fears
And hope the truth in all my verse
Will bring you near.
Affliction on your ears has never been my style.
I say what's in my heart.
Not the 'right things' so worthwhile.
But here we part now -
Seems my lyric vials
Housed a chemical so unfulfilling.
And no matter how much drank
I could never pour a lasting smile
Unto you...