path of least resistance

i know you'll pay me back
for that guy i fucked last night.
you'll screw some half-drunk chick,
likely a good friend's wife,
to show you're a real tomcat
who won't be pushed around,
and you'll sulk at my deceit,
we won't talk for days on end,
and i'll go through the stages
of defiance and regret,
and we'll settle in the end
for mutual forgetting
because it's easier that way.