Beauty Into Clichés

Oh, how I feel for the sky
 Overused by poetry and rhymes
 It's in the sentence that follows
 "We stayed up all night"
 Oh, shouldn't it concern me
 If we shrink beauty to fit into our minds?
 Don't have to listen to the whole song
 To know what's in the third line
 Tell me should I feel right
 Tell me should I feel fine
 About tossing the meaning for the sake of the rhyme
 But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés?
 Oh, how I feel for the lonely girl
 Quickly made into a woman by the world
 They combed sense through her hair
 Straightening out her curls
 While you're waiting for someone to see you
 You make fast friends with abuse
 And you'll do just about anything it tells you to
 But I'll never feel right
 I'll never feel fine
 About shaping the meaning to fit in the rhyme
 Changing the human into what sells and buys
 But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés?
 It's never, ever so alphabetical
 You go out of order and they call you heretical
 And you just said what nobody had time to hear
 Pretending the truth isn't explicit
 Won't sensor the people affected by it
 It's like the first time you ever heard real music in your ears
 It'll never be enough
 It'll never measure up
 Turning the depth of the ocean to the size of a cup
 But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés?
 It'll never make sense
 If you make sense of it
 All the things that make you cry out of happiness
 But some things are just better left unexplained
 But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés