They call me a *****, And sure, I get around Every night sees intimacy With prostitutes of simplicity
Night one, is simply Alone She's a subtle one, but hard to own.
Night two sees Happiness, but like the rest, we enjoy one night, and she's gone the next
Night three, Depression, she's a real ***** She's like a crazy ex girlfriend, hard to ditch She'll hunt you down wherever you go, No matter where, she seems to know.
Night four is Anxiety, She leaves her mark She makes me nervous And she's a freak in the dark
Night five I take a break, But all of them visit me They break into my mind But not Happiness she's busy
For they're not prostitutes, Just lonely souls Looking to take advantage Of people not whole
When you leave your mind open This is what you ask for Sleeping around with all those feelings Does make you a *****