How do I let you come back over and over again?
You always make my head spin
and I get excited although guilt within
reminds me what we’re doing is a sin.
But I keep letting you in.
Your smooth talk always wins
and we’re back at where it began.
I do all I can
to take a stand
against the touch of your hands
but I melt in them.
You’ve made me into a victim
and I know you love it
and in the moment I love it.
Your kisses and touches
but my guilt is wrecking of judgment.
How did I get in this position I’m in?
No, now it’s my turn to win.
You’re not coming back.
So let your head spin.
Maybe a little payback
I’m not letting you in
I mean it when I say that.
Sadly, I still want to see you so badly.
Why did I ever let you have me?
No, never mind feeling all of that…
I’m not letting you come back.
Now, lose me as a contact.
Delete me from your phone.
I’d rather be alone
than over you writing a fucking poem.