I need a man.

Hope sometimes nestles itself within my thinking,

And I wonder if soon someone will come to save me.

It's been a while since I've felt one hundred percent,

Probably because fifty percent is living in someone else.

To be alone is a curse disguised as some kind of blessing,

A lonesome mattress just as desperate as I am.

These thought bubbles interrupt my sleeping,

Last night I dreamed of washing dishes.

Somehow that transformed into a bunch of crabs,

Falling from a rack above into the dish water.

I woke up and thought to myself in a quiet voice,

What the fuck was that all about.

Had I an occupant beside me on this mattress,

I could have had a great discussion.

Or he would of disregarded me completely,

Telling me to shut up and go back to sleep.

That's where the curse comes crashing in,

An indecisive fantasy born from insecurity.

I really hope I don't dream of crabs tonight,

Perhaps I could dream of a nice tropical place.

Yet, they would absolutely have crabs there,

So maybe I could dream of a really nice date.

A bottle of wine at home with some Chinese,

No seafood, just some much needed cuddling.