so alarmingly fake

Things so alarmingly fake

Things so alarmingly fake
Trying hard to be Italian Schick
In a west coast way
The colours all match
But it just does not work
Every person that comes through the door
Looks hard this way
The wind in cold
The temperature spiraling down
Three days since you tired to contact me
Will you try this evening?
You have made you choice
Walking away, scorn in your every action
What did you think would happen?
Where did you think this would go?
You asked for a time line
Baby steps
Thinking about it every day
You tried to make it work
The pressure on my soul
Can only last so long
The spirit is discouraged
Waiting for a brake in the storm