you never knew what you got yourself into
the way you spoke those words, how you asked if it was okay with my cat
i’d love for you to spend the night tuesday, you asked
the question, your devilish, those handsome eyes and how tomorrow sat in mine
the crazy lust of the night, the musk and sweat
how venice was never more perfect
i storm in your eyes and wonder if there was ever any worry
if maybe you knew your worries were mine
they say your mind is off-centered and my clever was your never
i hoped, i sat — i believe i even prayed that all would be fine
essentially your games were a quiet game of monopoly
but honestly, i loved you more than me and i always said everything
i had worries, i had problems and issues that you could never comprehend
regardless of this and that and those words you said
how you said i’d never understand how sorry you felt
but the cards were dealt and the game you played was yours
a childish way, a twenty-seven year old stuck in his way
but i found the needle and i’ve battled demons
i know treason and i know my seasons, but i’d never leave you dry, dirty and dying for what i had promised
i’m not evil and maybe, occasionally, i’m not a good guy
but i’m wise and i’ve played in games the past has tried to frame
not made for you or because of you, or even dead from your pause
although the game, the day, the moment — that happy tuesday
how i walked in your room and sat my bag next to your stand
the way i lied awake next to you, basking in the memory that i’ll forever treasure in my memories
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