Once a cheater, always a cheater
Twenty years from now, When you're with your beautiful wife and studious kids, I hope you're happy. And I hope you'll have the decency to keep it in your pants long enough for your wife to be able to take a business trip, Or to see her dying mother in the hospital, Because God forbid she ever leaves you alone long enough for you to get distracted and sleep with another woman. Right? Because it becomes her fault? She left you for those seven, five, or two days, How dare she leave you for that long? She clearly doesn't know how temptation taunts you, How every waking moment you need pleasure. She doesn't know how your thoughts run wild when a woman comes running down the street in just a sports bra. She doesn't know the force that pushes upon you to lay with another woman's naked body. But she does know that you were thinking about her every second, right? Once she starts packing up her things, Similar as I did, Blame her for leaving you alone, Because now she is the culprit for what you have done. Once she leaves your sorry ass in the beat up Volvo that she probably paid for, Sit on the sidewalk in your suburban neighborhood and ponder what went wrong. You told her you loved her. You told her it was a mistake. You told her that sports bra woman meant nothing to you. You said everything you were supposed to, In order to manipulate her to believe she was in the wrong Because how dare she, how dare I, leave you alone for so long?