Playing Possum For A Peed Lyrics - Owen

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