My Poor Lover

My poor lover arrives at my door

I hope she comes in blind or sexually sore

'Cause I am guilty, my clothes on the floor

Not hers among them, cause I needed more

I shook the evil down from the cave in my mind

And I let loose a demon I kept hidden for a time

Born with another voice that I stifle so deep

And it scares me to hear it, I lose sight of everything

My poor lover arrives at my door

I hope she comes in blind or sexually sore

'Cause I am guilty, my clothes on the floor

Not hers among them, cause I needed more

I still affiliate with the whims of my youth

When I held many other girls with a heart so aloof

I grew to never lose what I feared to become

and it's part of reflection I had missed when we begun.

My poor lover arrives at my door

I hope she comes in blind or sexually sore

'Cause I am guilty, my clothes on the floor

Not hers among them, cause I needed more