Pleasure

Pleasure is costly for people like me
My price is the guilt from thinking what I please.
Please is costly for people like us
What makes your heart sing, and what makes it lust?

Though I have shared every thought I have had
You find yourself lacking, and nothing is sad.
Though spectrums may vary from me onto you
This spectrum of ours is proof I'm a fool.

Your mystery looms as I struggle to climb
Just what is it that I'm going to find?
Your heart can fall open, you can let me see
But pleasure is costly for people like me.