Booty Call

You get me off,
But I kinda can't stand you.
You look like everything
I don't want to be.
Your sad boy crusades annoy me;
At least mine don't flood your messages.
Nothing about me fits in your life,
And I hate the way it has changed me.
Tonight, I scapegoat you,
As my troubles fade away
With the rhythm
Of flesh on flesh
And control lost.