She’s the one you won’t take home
Because your mother would wring your neck.
The one you don’t talk about
Because everyone knows she’s a train wreck.
She is the battle you’ve not yet fought
In a war nobody wants.
The reason you don’t sleep at night
Because her memory haunts.
She’s seven digits on the phone
You have memorized in your head.
The feeling you get lost in at night
When you’ve finally gotten her to bed.
She’s the one that makes you angry
But not enough to walk away.
She’d take down all your defenses
Then promise to her you’ll stay.
She’s the devil in the bedroom
You barely make it out alive.
Yet a goddess everywhere else
You can almost watch it arrive.
She’s the game you can’t quite figure out
You don’t know where to begin.
The reason you won’t justify
Because ultimately, she is your sin.