Half full, half empty
Half full, half empty
So tempting
The tall, dark, and handsome always gets the girl
Thinking out loud, smiling, looking pretty
His lack of substance quenches her thirst
As a down poured smirk is all that′s necessary
To converse with her with his immersive worst
She's putty in his hands though he′s just a jerk with flirts
It's not intelligence which captures her attention
Moreso how far his fence spans once first observed
Forget intellectual challenge nor respectable talent
His face value balances to fit her curves
Too often we settle or the greenest of grass
No matter how its roots actually hit the curb
It's so damn easy to lie to yourself
When you only take the time to mind meld with Millennials
Obstinance is the most selfish
Way to turn yourself from a human into a sentinel
Put a pug upon a pedestal and he′ll resemble
The greatest of Danes gaining the same medal
The middle class is separated by ages
Dog tagged and rated by systematic ways we assemble
All books by their covers
Judgement laid on one another until their bindings crumble
No matter how how you look at it, us underdogs are asunder
Too often trumped, despite our strength in numbers
A partner, pardoning apartheid
Outlined by pages clipped from a calendar of the Far Side
Don′t take my pessimism wrong, my friend
We've walked long enough to know where the sidewalk ends
And I′m horrified
They say the grass is always greener
It's not about their shades of blades nor height in centimeters
Their grass is always greener
Take a peek over their fence to find jealousy′s demeanor
Their grass is always greener
And after gazing long enough our longing to graze makes us upset
We're unable to stare halfway, unless
We peer through pairs of Rose Colored Glasses
They say the glass is half full
It′s not about the vacated space nor its volume in centiliters
Their glass is always half full
We subtract the full half and let the vacancy be the handful
It's just the way we look at it
Once the empty half is cracked
Would you even fully recognize the half of it?
Oh, how our perception is damaged
We'd be better off smashing these Rose Colored Glasses
This freckled, smart kid never got the girl
A skinny piece of parchment with an average build
I might as well have been a carcass, covered in filth
Cuddling darkness due to the way that I felt
When I turned 21 I still looked like I was 12
This made it hard to date anyone within my age bracket
Approaching girls during college days failed
Their rejection only tightened the bindings of my straight jacket
I felt evicted, socially restricted
A woeful victim, sunken deep into his shell
Never being elected, rarely taken seriously
Always conflicted me, letting this constriction prevail
Nose all runny feeling ugly and filled
With an anger and angst all encompassing guilt
A no show, stumbling way to the hills with no wind for his sails
I often wondered, will my confidence ever re-build?
What amount of compliments could render a shield?
Defense mechanisms resembled arson
Brushed under the carpet with the dust bunnies and silt
Should I focus on accomplishments or settle with chills?
Try to win as the tortoise at a slower pace than they had it?
I raced for years, clutching the feet of rabbits
With a fogged up lens of tears adhered to these Rose Colored Glasses
Let the designs of greed play into detractors of finding peace
Watch these builders of the fence pilfer the expense from
The fight that blind mice lead
Draw conclusions until these awful delusions
Have you shut your eyes to see how others′ lives might be
Better than yours, settling scores by
Calling the kettle black with a suicide type speech
Walk the coals when cold
Until the balls of your feet blister and scream from the cauterizing
Once the grass′ roots recede, the glass will crack in half
Spreading shards over lawns, authorizing
Gloom to stand half as tall than we tried to believe
And our previous slander will find its retreat
Once comparing's no longer a standard
I bet the bloom of roses planted will be one hell of a sight to see
They say the grass is always greener
It′s not about their shades of blades nor height in centimeters
Their grass is always greener
Take a peek over their fence to find jealousy's demeanor
Their grass is always greener
And after gazing long enough our longing to graze makes us upset
We′re unable to stare halfway, unless
We peer through pairs of Rose Colored Glasses
They say the glass is half full
It's not about the vacated space nor its volume in centiliters
Their glass is always half full
We subtract the full half and let the vacancy be the handful
It′s just the way we look at it
Once the empty half is cracked
Would you even fully recognize the half of it?
Oh, how our perception is damaged
We'd be better off smashing these Rose Colored Glasses
