It's a little bit of everything
And yet nothing all the same.
And every time you come around,
I feel as though it's all a game.
For what are idle words to you?
Or sneaky, sly, such subtle glances?
A simple, sweet, and casual smile
Means nothing to your flattered pride.
Yet such a small and subtle gesture
Takes me for a breathless ride.
You'd just deny, if I accused
Of manipulative, mean motives,
And yet it can't be all my fault,
When others notice it as well.
So maybe it is just a game,
To play and play and not be played.
To announce your clear, innocent intentions
With words lacking any rock foundation,
To show the world what you can win,
Yet insist yourself never to be won.
But fear not! Fear not! I won't forfeit.
It's a matter of freaking pride, you know?
I'll play your game with one of my own,
And we'll see how you enjoy the ride.
See, kindness kills, and friends are lovers,
And friends are far too close to bomb.
So if you're going to stab my heart,
You'll have to do it looking me in the eyes.
And never fear! Never fear!
I'll make sure I'm unforgettable,
That images of me will haunt your dreams.
And when you lie awake at night,
You'll think of how you shot yourself,
And reminisce on what you might have won,
If only you'd been playing the right game.
Don't you worry your pretty little head
I'll make sure you don't forget me,
And all those dreams you'll wish were real...
Sorry, baby, you poisoned yourself.