In the darkness here at night
I lay awake
And question why
I’m not enough to satisfy
Your lust, your love, or your desires.

As my heart breaks,
at the thought of her, or them,
Ready and waiting for you,
If you’re ready to crawl back to them,
My hands shake.
I wish that you would hold me tight
And then I think twice...

The way you pluck, and play
my chordae tendonae,
Is quite the show, I’d sure say.