The last damn step

I'd rather defeat you with pelting tears and severe hysteria than the usual unladylike seduction that anyone would rather see. But fuck it. Fuck it all. It'd be the last damn step if I could. But I can't. So fuck it. We play it out. I tease around. I let you in. In far too deep. The flaw is set. I'll never compare. You're looking back. I shut my lips. Let it all pass. Remain still while you pick up and leave. Routine one is done. It's happened too many times I don't even know who this is about.