Straighten The Curtains

I’m in a quiet crisis
You’re just not listening
Head turned away like an unwanted christning
And back in the bedroom it’s always the same
Searching eachother’s eyes for traces of sin consummation, liquor and something
that’ll give
Straighten the curtain so the light goes dim
Nights when I lie in bed like a patient strapped down under sheets in dark
isolation
Concerned me; shouldn’t I be having the best sex of my life? Instead of closing
my eyes
And I know that I want it though my body lies still
Like unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill
There’s only so far I can go on alone before turning back shakily and searching
for home
Or maybe I’m scared of the kids going home together cuz fucking all day makes
them feel better
And I know that I want it though my body lies still
Like unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill
Haven’t I paid my dues
Work everyday in a windowless room
Can’t seem to cut myself loose
Hoping my eyes will close pretty soon