Why Do I Do This?

Intuition is telling me I shouldn't be doing this...
But I'm not stopping, I'm still undressing...again!
I don't know why I do this to myself over and over,
Ugh you're not even that good of a lover.
Maybe that's why, no love is shared between us,
We're just filling the time, appeasing our lust.
But here we are again, skin to skin, bumping and grinding...
Knowing once we're done and you're gone...I'll be crying.
Then I'll get that text...saying, "You're the best!!", after you've left me...
And I'll lay there, wiping away tears, replying..."So are you baby!"