She can’t blame you

It’s her

It’s a self-issue

Why doesn’t she say no?

And why can’t she let go?

Is it insecurity?

Is it just a high?

No, not that kind of high

The other high when his hand’s on her thigh

And he knows he’ll get by

With just a glimpse in her eye

And what is love?

Because it’s not present…or is it?

Maybe he just gained her trust

When she opens her eyes she thinks to herself

What is love?

What is trust?

And when she puts two and two together it just adds up to lust

She should’ve said no and she should’ve let go

But just like every other time, “It’s different.”