they are all hungry

when my heart is on this platter

there eyes full of longing

there hearts like dark matter

and the whole shpeal

drips like tar from there lips 

I won't sip

I want something real

not romantic

but there lies ring like static

and I just want human contact

for a night...

so i just shrug and turn out the lights

sneaking out in the morning twilight

and I am not ashamed...

in this age

men are all realists

and women all idealists

putting there hearts on the line 

for the idea of someone

rather than the real someone

and I'd prefer to never love again...

than to go my whole life

with these unrealistic expectations

and setting my heart on fire every time

I want to be my own anchor

and I want human beings at my side

as see threw as I 

so I am not caught in a daze

shattered by someone completely opaque.

I am not easy 

I am not hard 

I do not need you to play any cards

all of this lying is bad for my health

so don't give me a fairytale 

but for a minute, a night, a year

just give me yourself.