Status Seeker

Heart sick at the sight of the Status Seeker.
In a sense I’m not beyond reproach.
The aspiration to drop a name.
When any rose might smell the same.
Maybe you’ll figure it out someday.

“I want to know you now, you know I’ve always believed in you.”

Nothing is sacred!
You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign.
Change of opinion!
At the drop of a dime.
Graceless intrusion!
Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?

All that I deserve is what you were, unable to see.

In a garden where the seeds were spilled.
I favored the few that stood strong in the sun.
As I reached for the profit of my prize.
I found I had trampled the forgotten ones.

Nothing is sacred!
You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign.
Change of opinion!
At the drop of a dime.
Graceless intrusion!
Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?

All that I deserve is what you were, unable to see.

You’re running in circles and I’m turning away.
You refused to believe, now I’m turning away.

Nothing is sacred!
You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign.
Change of opinion!
At the drop of a dime.
Graceless intrusion!
Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?

All that I deserve is what you were, unable to see.

You’re running in circles and I’m turning away.
You refused to believe, now I’m turning away.