She Keeps It In A Neat Package

She keeps it in a neat package, she calls it having sex
That keeps everyone at an arms length at least, if not further
It just requires giving up her body, her independence intact
No commitment, no one left inside, safe as always
It's lonely as it can get, unfulfilled and wanting

No strings attached, maybe a good night kiss, a promise to call
A shower, some clean clothes, a change of the sheets
A dirty feeling is all that is left, that and her aching inside
Money buys a lot of heartache, loneliness extracts an even higher price
She keeps it in a neat package, she calls it having sex

She doesn't understand that it's about making love
That would require an openness and honesty that she lacks
Fear holds her in check lest she tear down a wall or two
Making love requires more than she is willing to pay
She keeps it in a neat package, she calls it having sex

Intimacy requires trust, she trusts no one, not even herself
Self loathing is her companion, depression holds her hand
Uncomfortable with her body, as stellar as it is
The lights stay darkened, it is one less thing to face
She keeps it in a neat package, she calls it having sex