Mm Funny place, isn't it? Pretty faces at the table Empty plates, restless hands Everyone's talking louder Hoping someone understands Eyes wander, bodies lean Every smile feels rehearsed You call this connection It just feels, rehearsed Every word comes too fast Every look asks for more No one's starving for love They're just scared of being bored Time to feast, don't look away Hunger's already in the room Sugar voices, fragile heat Blooming way too soon Take a taste, take it slow Everyone knows the rules Nothing here is innocent Nothing here is cruel Compliments fall like confetti Soft touches, heavy intent Everything feels temporary But everyone acts convinced You say: This feels different Like it hasn't been said before Every night resets the story Back to wanting something more No one stops to ask permission They just reach and call it fate Mistaking shared attention For something intimate Time to feast, lights are low Everyone's feeling seen Candy words, borrowed warmth Caught inside the in-between Take a bite, don't pretend You don't know how this goes Desire makes its own rules And everyone follows Danger isn't teeth or claws It's appetite without pause Time to feast, smile polite Watch the room consume itself Every glance, every breath Placed gently on the shelf Nothing taken by force Nothing purely given Just a table full of people Hungry for something missing Careful Not everything sweet is filling