a whore’s anthem

Why am I still single?

The question asked again...

As if I'm somehow incomplete...

As if women all need men.

The truth is I'm still married...

I've fought for two long years.

To break free from an abusive prick,

who gets off on my fears.

But my heart belongs to Texas,

He left my poor heart reeling...

The only choice to say goodbye,

We're stuck, unresolved feelings.

I must protect my damaged heart,

I can't handle anymore hurt.

I push him back the way I know,

to old habits I revert.

And so I've got my Number One...

My current favorite distraction.

He makes me scream, he curls my toes,

He gives my body sweet satisfaction.

But I can't let him get too close,

My heart might get confused...

And so to keep my dumb heart safe,

I'll call on my Number 2.

A blue eyed dream, he looks like Texas...

He was the first bandaid that I found...

I squint my eyes, I see my love...

So I keep my Number 2 around.

And finally there is Number 3...

When 1 and 2 are slow to reply,

My messy life tends to explode,

So I keep Number 3 on standby.

Am I single because I sleep alone?

Am I taken by a love that bleeds?

Do I belong to the man I'm married to?

Or the man who's fulfilling my needs?

Relationships hurt long before they end;

there's no love that can offer salvation.

Fuck your forever, fuck your life

I'll fuck the hotboy's in constant rotation.