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