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
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