She’s a mere object of lustnJust an excuse to lose focusnAs she weaves her web of senseless appealnHow could I properly trust the voice of my consciencenWhen her beauty drugs me like a pillnnAnd I know you’re just a distractionnTo cause me to stumble againnAnd if I appear to be a bit drunkennIts for a chance to stumble into you againnnTo stop thinking of her touch believe me is hard enoughnWhen she uses her eyes to pin me up to the wallnnIf I numb my mind everything will be just finennOh time will tell, if I should give upnThrough it all, try to live upnTo the heights I know she needsnTry to make a good decision before she blurs my visionnI’ll lay myself on the line