Playing Possum For A Peed

I'm made up of instincts

None of which are too keen

But I get by with these high cheek bones

Little faith in people for a higher being

I'm a man with desires

And if I told you any different, I'd be a liar

As hard as I've tried

I've found I can't deny myself of those things that I want

As last night turns into this morning

Buried in your blankets, left for dead

My heart beating in my head

Lie still, pretending I'm asleep

I watch you put your clothes on for me

Local pharmacist and his wife

And I'm convinced, after your performance

That this world is too big for us

And our stupid instincts

And our stupid desires