I go to bed alone every night
Am I as worthwhile as I think,
Or is there something wrong with me?

I have a good career,
I'm decent-looking at least,
I can make love or ****;
Whatever suits our mood
And I don't do so recklessly;
At least not often

I'm in a city of a couple million
One would think I could find
Just one

But I will tell you:
Dating is boring
Partying is fun,
Albeit a bit empty

Texting can only go so far
Touch me and I may recoil
Like me and it'll be too easy
Do drugs and you'll seem too wild
Be clean and you're a *****

So I come back to you,
My droves of women who are always game,
But never satisfy
Perhaps fantasy is better than reality
Or perhaps you should all burn in hell