She doesn’t know how to save me
And I am so afraid
That my delusional iniquity
Has wages that can’t be paid.

The wages of sin are death I’m told
But I fear that I won’t die.
For my sin as I grow old
Is wrapping my truth around a lie.

I said that I was faithful ,
When in truth I was not.
I was faithful to myself;
It was my wife that I forgot.

Now it’s a dilemma
Surpassing all decent bounds.
I stand here confessing
That I fooled around.

She doesn’t know how to save me,
So I must save myself,
And return to my fidelity,
A truth kept by stealth.