IÔÇÖm 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
IÔÇÖm a man with desires
And if I told you any different, IÔÇÖd be a liar
As hard as IÔÇÖve tried
IÔÇÖve found I cant deny myself of those things 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 IÔÇÖm asleep
I watch you put your clothes on for me
Local pharmacist and his wife
And IÔÇÖm convinced, after your performance
That this world is too big for us
And our stupid instincts, and our stupid desires
