Playing Possum for a Peek

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,
Or 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 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.
I lie still, pretending I'm asleep...
And I watch you put your clothes on for me,
A 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.