Roman Ruins

Become fixated on the change
What wouldn't melt would set
Salt wouldn't shake me
Terra cotta (sun burnt) planes
Would not take me away
What I would not accept could not change me
Become fixated on the change
Slam the senses
Shock the house
Bend the walls
I am the one
That keeps the clock working
My eyes must have been trapped
For I am not sleeping
I've got a lot of time
But I haven't been thinking
I've got a lot of time
But I haven't been thinking
I am the one keeping the clock working
Out of sync with the community
Why do you seem shocked
When I feel so immune to it
I can hear a cat call
And the other cat calls back out of nothing but habit
Is this love or language they have
Love or madness
The cats call all through the endless night
And I am pretty well trapped
Good manners are gone
These days
I'd rather be ignored
Walking into broken doors
Good manners are gone
I'd rather be ignored than uncovered
What goes on here goes
What grows on me
Goes on
Grows
Until it's gone
What wouldn't melt would set
Salt wouldn't shake me
Terra cotta (sun burnt) planes
Would not take me away
What I would not accept could not change me
Become fixated on the change
Let's talk about mistakes
Can we get another take
How many takes can you take
I do what I do to keep on moving
Standing still will kill you
So these are my Roman Ruins
I stepped across the thread of someone else
I felt the exhale of his cigarette
What wouldn't change
Accept
Step off the base on which you are set
From the square
Where the morning light flows
To the window
Where no nights now close
I have been living a life in the crumbling down city
Of my own Roman Ruins
Break the doors down
Bend the walls
I am the one
This house is out time
And I am out of sync
Why do you seem so shocked
When I feel so immune to it
On the phone to patience
Running out of call time
You couldn't get her number around here if you tried
Cried in airport security
To jump up the line
Got a direct line to patience
Running out of call time