Identity

 

I’m reaching out for you, but I’m longing for myself.                               

I’m hungering for you, though it could be someone else.                               

I thought that you were him, you thought that she was me.                               

It looks like we mistook…identity.                               

 

Wherever did you come from, where do you want to go?

Is there anything you want in me, that’s all I want to know.

You never look at me between the sighing and the moans.

You roll out of bed and check your watch.  I’m feeling right at home.

 

I don’t need you in my life, but I want you in my bed.

You don’t have to give your heart, but could you please give more than head?

I’m feelin’ like a peach that’s been bit and tossed away.

Feelin’ like old laundry on a cold and rainy day.

 

You’re lying next to me, but your arms are folded tight.

It’s lonelier than shit in the middle of the night.

I am tingling down below, I am crying up above.

I wouldn’t ever dare – I wouldn’t call it love. 

 

I am putty in my hands, I am softness on your skin.

There’s got to be a name for this, it’s got to be a sin.

You won’t curl up to me, ‘cuz it might explode the lie.

But the night ain’t tellin’ secrets, and neither, babe, am I.

 

I am reaching out for you, but I’m longing for myself.

I am hungering for you, though it could be someone else.

I thought that you were him, you thought that she was me.

It looks like we mistook…

It looks like we mistook…

It looks like we mistook…

Identity.

 

 

 

2005