Late Night Thoughts

Surface Level

I'm beginning to think I'm the problem,
Cause when a nice guy finally comes around, I push him away.
Because I've never met a guy who liked me for me.
I mean they all tell me I'm pretty,
Tell me I've got a nice body,
And tell me they want to get to know me.
But I've never met a guy who meant those things.
Yes, he thinks I'm pretty,
But that's just the surface.
Yes, they like my body,
But they rather see it on display.
And of course they want to get to know me...
They want to get to know the way my lips taste,
The way my skin feels under their touch,
The way my body reacts to them,
And the noises my pretty face makes.
They want to explore my body like the ocean,
But they never wanna go deeper than the surface.
Maybe I am the problem.