Hungry

I am selfish, insecure

I am lonely, but I want more

Made a mantle of my thoughts

Then lit a candle for the loss

Where’s the time and place for lust

Amidst a modicum of trust?

I licked the envelope you sent

I hope to open it again

Sober operator, how come you’ve shown so late?

I really could’ve used you years ago

‘cause we were motion, but I am still

Set perched upon my windowsill

The morning birds awake and cry

It’s like a needle in my eye

I felt your hand against my face

You were a time, but this is a place

I was a house for someone else

And now I only feed myself

Sober operator, how come you’ve shown so late?

I really could’ve used you years ago

I really could’ve used you years ago

Now I only feed myself