Temptation

Mustard maniac

Ketchup on eggs

Onions and pickles

Round holes

And square pegs

Temptation a tease

Nobody sees

The insecurities

When they have

Their own priorities

Their own vulnerabilities

I used to cry

Hugging my knees

My back up against the wall

Nothing ever mattered at all

Or maybe it mattered

Just too much

It was all just too much

And I used to pray

For that touch

Because I used to want

To be worth

That much