Ladies and gentleman we're not even in space, no need to rush in

I'm sorry that I can't bring myself to like the stories from the book you've been reading,
in all honesty all I can see are empty words that are misleading.
Late night arguments,
and even later apologies,
could this really be the pinnacle of conflicting ideologies.

Brown sugar coated lies,
wearing a sweet disguise,
frowned upon by the broken,
unspoken truths,
trapped behind those beautiful eyes.

Get the hammer,
we will mend the burned bridges,
just know that not everyone is chasing riches.
Golden doors can't open up the lonely souls,
only fools will rush in.

Giant step each day won't make me any stronger,
while needing to push the same boulder.
And a little bit of love won't take the pain away,
if everything that we called love was based on the book you've been reading.

Lost my creativity the moment I went to a hotdog eating contest

It's been a while since,
I picked up the pen,
wrote a little something,
and called it a day.

I was too busy,

feeding on lies,
those unneeded calories,
followed by cavities,
from all the sweet-talking.

Being promised the sky,
was not what I had in mind,
such farfetched ideas,
keeping me up at night.

Now I picked up jogging,
trying to outrun your words,
skillful cavalries,
hunting me down through my memories.

Started taking remedies,

swollen extremities,
trying to keep the pace,
with the help of some old melodies.

Maybe I should try harder,

so I wrote a song,
it felt so right, but the song was all wrong.