You talk about her and it’s not the dagger in my heart I thought it would be.
Still aimed in my direction it whispers right past my ear, the dagger of self doubt.
If it’s your true love I’ll gladly lay down in defeat but you speak with lust
and I can’t reason your insecurities this time.
There’s a line of new girls you’re hoping will take your mind off her.
I wonder why you keep me at a distance
when I’m a master of distraction and seduction.