Shame

I caught myself spacing out in a strip club
Little bit of Jameson in my precum
And I don’t really need a hundred dollar lap dance
But I don’t have anything else
And getting off feels better than not
Put a gag in my loudmouth heart
Take me there to the place I love
And around I go
I’m barely turned on
I barely got off
I’m closer to love
I’m closer to God
And when I’m through
I’m through with you
I’m all alone in a cheap hotel room
Face lit by the internet blue
When this living I’m living it gets tough
I get high on a little touch
And I know that I ought to face it
And I know that I got to change it
But it feels so good that I can taste it
I’m barely turned on
I barely got off
I’m closer to love
I’m closer to God
And when I’m through
I’m through with you