Another heedless mouth,
When will I meet the last time-waster?
Are we so desperate, we’ll lay fueled by intoxication?
I’m always the one caught in crossfire,
Naïve to believe a chance might be worth taking,
Romance is deliberative plea,
To those with broken egos/to the pitiful egotist in need.
They’re all vampires.
It’s a shame how disillusioned I’ve become,
I feel nothing when the anesthetized elucidation arrives,
Is it wrong to wait for the archaic concept of fervor to return?
I’ll quit liaising with the same syndication.