Ordering Off-Menu
After fifteen years of hearing a polite 'sorry, we're out of that,' I stopped ordering from the menu I was handed and asked for what I actually need. Saying it out loud was the hardest part.
I handed back the laminate, I pushed away the wine
I’m done pretending that the salad bar is fine
I’ve been a polite patron for a decade and a half
Accepting "Sorry, we’re out of that" with a gentle laugh
But the palate is reset, the chemicals are clear
And I’m looking at the kitchen with a brand new kind of sneer
You can keep the dinner rolls
You can keep the soup
I’m breaking out of the cycle
I’m breaking out of the loop
I’m Ordering Off-Menu, I’m going rogue tonight
I’m looking for a flavor that can match the appetite
I need the Red Meat, raw and on the bone
I need a heavy satisfaction I can call my own
If you don't have the ingredients, if you can't stand the heat
Then step aside, darling, while I find the meat
I’m done with the garnish, I’m done with the view
I’m ordering something
That isn't served by you
You see a gentle giant, soft around the waist?
You haven't seen the predator waking up to taste
I’m a 400-pound engine with a specific fuel requirement
I’m coming out of my emotional retirement
I want to be devoured, I want to consume
I want to suck the oxygen right out of the room
I need a partner who is hungry, a lover who is starved
I need the prime cut, fresh and thickly carved
Don't offer me a cracker when I’m looking for a feast
I’m finally unleashing the nature of the beast
I’m Ordering Off-Menu, I’m going rogue tonight
I’m looking for a flavor that can match the appetite
I need the Red Meat, raw and on the bone
I need a heavy satisfaction I can call my own
If you don't have the ingredients, if you can't stand the heat
Then step aside, darling, while I find the meat
I’m done with the garnish, I’m done with the view
I’m ordering something
That isn't served by you
I smell it on the wind
The scent of the smoke
This isn't a metaphor
This isn't a joke
I’m walking past the Maître D
I’m walking out the door
I’m going to the butcher shop
To settle up the score
I’m Ordering Off-Menu, I’m going rogue tonight
I’m looking for a flavor that can match the appetite
I need the Red Meat, raw and on the bone
I need a heavy satisfaction I can call my own
The bakery is closed, the oven is cold
I’m chasing a story that’s never been told
I’m looking for the Heat
I’m looking for the Meat
I know what I want
And I’m going to get it
I know what I want
And I won't regret it
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Off
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