Sex Is Not Gratitude

Are you desperately vying for my attention sir?

I died last night in my sleep

Hoping you would unlace my bra

But there is this misconception

That life is not always what it seems

Oh what an irresistible glimpse it is

This empty and shallow life that is sex

Who needs it, right?

Frolicky is the suit that you wear

And then you take it off in the morning

I can't understand how you do that

Without a conscience,

And those damn roses you bring to the house

Are they worth selling?

What is too inappropriate for love

Is an understatement,

I want real love and caviar!

I want a real touch that means something,

Touch me where it hurts the most!

For promises aren't worth keeping...

Oh shame to the roses that have no depth

For depth is the deepness of shame

And if love is worth having

Who dares to keep a promise?

Your damn roses are not worth selling!

For I can't keep a promise, can you?

Our bedroom secrets are a snare

For love is accidental...it really has no force

If love is real, who can be against it?

And who can be against us?

For love is not fair

You make me look like the victim

When I'm really not,

Oh tell me when the stars collide

So we can make love again,

Unlace my bra

And tell me you love me

So I won't die this time...

Unborrowed roses make it to the altar

Behold the broken hearts in store

For you are an infamous place for me

The touch of your hand makes me sour and sweet

And you tell me all the dangerous things

That you feel,

You whisper to me your darkest thoughts

But here is that careless whisper again

That enters my soul

And leaves me dry,

Never do I want to feel this way again

I have fallen for you

For so long...

Do you want to unlace my bra for all eternity

Or do you want me to fall apart?

My soul is deep

And so is yours

For we have fallen deep together

Yet one thing's for sure

I'd rather die alone 

Than be persecuted,

For sex is not gratitude

And neither is love

For love is a mistake that is ruined,

So if I die in my sleep tonight

Don't wake me up

Just let me sleep for all eternity.

And when the wicked roses bloom

You can carry me to my grave,

For love shall continue to be a slave!

I won't be a doormat anymore.