Fake Love

I press the play button,
And the cd begins to play
Reminds me of a better time before you went away,
You left me in my bed one morning,
That tune playing through my head,
That money lies on the counter,
A fairly decent wage,
Working from home late at night,
And sleeping through the days,
Drink and drugs are all part of,
A never ending circle,
Of a call girls life,
Of foreplay, lies and deception.