She's a mere object of lust,
Just an excuse to lose focus
As she weaves her web of senseless appeal.
How could I properly trust the voice of my conscience
When her beauty drugs me like a pill?
And I know you're just a distraction
To cause me to stumble again
And if I appear to be a bit drunken
It's for a chance to stumble into you again.
To stop thinking of her touch, believe me is hard enough
When she uses her eyes to pin me up to the wall.
If I numb my mind everything will be just fine.
Oh time will tell, if I should give up,
Through it all, try to live up
To the heights I know she needs,
Try to make a good decision before she blurs my vision
I'll lay myself on the line.
