Why do we always want the women we can’t have?
Why are our choices of lover, so appallingly bad?
For the ones we want the most, usually only let us down
And the ones we don’t really want,
Are the only ones who want us right now.
Even though we know the one who lies,
Next to us in bed isn’t good enough
And they’re only here for tonight, to feed our lust for lust.
There are so many out there, that we lust after;
Even though, we already have a lover.
So we become paranoid, that we can’t satisfy our partner
And they will go look for another.
For they, like us, think the grass would be greener
And somehow forget the contentment,
We feel, when alone with each other.
