My Poor Lover (Empires)

My poor lover arrives at my door I hope she comes in blind or sexually sore 'Cause I am guilty, my clothes on the floor Not hers among them, cause I needed more I shook the evil down from the cave in my mind And I let loose a demon I kept hidden for a time Born with another voice that I stifle so deep And it scares me to hear it, I lose sight of everything My poor lover arrives at my door I hope she comes in blind or sexually sore 'Cause I am guilty, my clothes on the floor Not hers among them, cause I needed more I still affiliate with the whims of my youth When I held many other girls with a heart so aloof I grew to never lose what I feared to become and it's part of reflection I had missed when we begun. My poor lover arrives at my door I hope she comes in blind or sexually sore 'Cause I am guilty, my clothes on the floor Not hers among them, cause I needed more