12:01 - The Revision

We used to break the night in half
with screams of pleasure, play and laugh.
Now all that’s left is silent pain.
Now all we have’s another name.
Another name for another list
of everyone that we've sinned with.
A kiss, a lie, a misplaced hope,
a longing for someone to hold.
We sell our hearts for sweaty nights,
(to hide the truth) turn off the lights.
And all that we get in return
are moral victories, lessons learned.
Deceptions rule this tragic scene
and images of the obscene,
bombard our eyes, invade our thoughts
and take hold more often than not.
Oh Cinderella, tell me how
you triumphed where I’ve failed ‘til now.
How true love’s kiss can set you free,
how truly great true love can be.
There’s no glass slipper anymore,
just drunken flings and bathroom floors.
What happened to the true romance?
That perfect kiss, that last slow dance?
I want that picture perfect scene,
I want the movie life, the dream.
So if it’s out there, tell me where,
this wait is more than I can bear.