There is a pain in being shameless
When you forget that there are consequences
And that to not care makes us numb
But what is to be done when carelessness strikes?
Bury your shame and sleep on it
Procrastinate
When will you confess?
Every other sin seems forgivable
Every other vice seems natural
Every virtue stained seems typical
But then there's an IT factor to that one thing
And everybody does it
It keeps you up at night
Wondering
"How could I be so stupid?"