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