He handed me a card with a printed name, and while he brushed back my beaten tears, he reminded me that puzzles were worth fitting if you found the right person.
I stared at you, with a misguided heart and a upbeat motion, I hid my cards behind my back, in case you wanted to give me more to use later in our game. I had my blood against the tips, to remind me which was which, as if there was a memory sealed with every drop I had given.
I never thought I'd be a gambler, in all my days I held my cards to my chest, wearing them like a bullet proof vest as I kept my secrets hidden from the rest of the world, wondering if anyone else had x-ray glasses to see my demons I held beneath that vest of mine--
and that's when I met you, who didn't have a x-ray vision but had the sense of will, to know what was a bluff and what wasn't real- what was a bullet proof vest and what was a wrecking ball swingin' in my chest, and telling me that there was nothing left---
but to fall right back into what I should've known from the very beginning, should've known till the very end that it would've never been a wrecking ball if I had just opened my eyes and put away my pride, and say, " Jess you know right now is the time, to say goodbye to who you were, and to put your past away -- right against those cards and lock 'em away." I could never say goodbye, not to someone who saw my own demons as diamonds, not to someone who gave me my first stack of cards and said, " I'll teach you how to play" what you didn't tell me was that it was to play our love game--
to play your heart, and I wonder if I played your heart just right to the point where I was writing melodies that were mimics of my imaginations that day, melodies where it convinced you to put your past away and to come and fall just like me, to convince yourself that your demons were just puzzle pieces fitting into my little love game.
So I'll sit here and I'll wait for you, wait for your turn and wait for your cards to burn, just like mine, and we'll watch that fire together as we throw away the time, the time we said that those cards would always be mine. I'll lock the ashes in this chest, far away from my misguided bullet proof vest, and I'll put out my cigerette and I'll look at you and say,
"God damn what a fucking day."
