The Nice Guy

You're stirring your drink till the ice melts away

We ran out of things that we wanted to say

You're missing the spark, yeah, the fire is dead

But you're already calculating how to get to my bed

You don't want the story, you just want the scene

You don't want the pilot, you just want the machine

You say that the romance is totally dead

While you're tearing the clothes off of me on the bed

I'm selling a romance, you're buying a touch

I give you everything, you say "it's too much"

You want the heat, but you don't want the fire

You want the object, not the desire

You don't want the person, you just want the high

You're addicted to "Hello" but you're praying for "Goodbye"

Yeah, my heart is a ghost that you look right through

But my body's a god and it's ruling you

The second it's over, the walls start to close

You're scrambling around just to find all your clothes

You can't stand the silence, you can't stand the view

You run from the bed that just comforted you

No fireworks, no feelings, no butterfly wings

You just want the friction that my body brings

You talk about "nothing," you talk about "us"

Then you shut up your mouth and give in to the lust

I'm selling a romance, you're buying a touch

I give you everything, you say "it's too much"

You want the heat, but you don't want the fire

You want the object, not the desire

You don't want the person, you just want the high

You're addicted to "Hello" but you're praying for "Goodbye"

Yeah, my heart is a ghost that you look right through

But my body's a god and it's ruling you

I keep thinking maybe, if I do it right

If I burn bright enough, I can conquer the night

If I numb you with pleasure, you'll wake up and see

That the addiction you have... might actually be *me*

I'm selling a romance, you're buying a touch

I give you everything, you say "it's too much"

You want the heat, but you don't want the fire

You want the object, not the desire

You don't want the person, you just want the high

You're addicted to "Hello" but you're praying for "Goodbye"

Yeah, my heart is a ghost that you look right through

But my body's a god and it's ruling you

Go wash your hands, go clear your head

Go find a "nice guy" to take to your bed

But when you get bored of the safety and light

I'll leave the door unlocked tomorrow night