When I think about sex
I feel a natural high
an upper more lifting than a puff of a cigarette
when nothing seems to be going right
an indulgent sexual thought keeps me going
perhaps because I grew up around tons of horny men walking my street
tired angry oppressed American soldiers
looking to fuck to release their tension
and that seemed normal
when nothings going my way
i think about fucking so I can feel better
getting laid is a horrible addiction
i hope I don't fall too deep
fall too hard
fall again and again
the never dying remnants of depression never quite expire
and the bitch aint called
learn not to look so desperate I suppose
learn to settle
learn to let only some vague self-created notion of an almighty make you happy
end up a fucking loser like your dad
