you lit a match on my heart
told me your name was trouble from the start
and yet you made me believe that you were wrong about yourself
i still wonder what i would be like if i had known what
would happen from the start after all

darling, you taught me love was like a game of cards and
once you lose you should never play twice

the ironic part is that you've never made a bet and
yet you gamble with desire

and maybe we still would've made it,
after all you always did have a good poker face
oh but what a shame sweetheart you were nothing
but a mirage and hid everything behind a facade
and even though this game of hearts is long over; it ended like
a blaze leaving nothing but ashes in it's wake
i still think about how well you played and if it was all a lie
after all after a pack of cigarettes in and a bottle of gin
you never really had a good poker face maybe
if the tables were turned i would've won but i guess we'll
never know because you taught me that love was
a game of cards and once you lose you should never play twice

(h.l.)

You gave me flowers
And the thorns had stung my hand
And you said roses
Were the flowers for a special kind of man

I held them tight
My hands bled and I never let go
It was worth every moment
Because the pain helped me grow

The roses had died
I  had realized a little too late
Because now you're gone too
You and the roses shared the same fate

And now I stand at your grave
With tears and roses in my hand
Because you said roses
Were the flowers for a special kind of man...

Situations that leave me cold
are crowds and empty rooms
Chances are, I have to talk to someone
or there's too much room to move

Situations that leave me cold
are I have to make conversation
That avenue has been closed to me
for too many years to mention

Situations that leave me cold
are I turned to no one, not standing
next to me
and everyone else, not in the room
sees me standing, so lonely

I don't believe in myself,
I rarely believe in another
Situations teach me
it's a path that's fraught with danger

Maybe the lesson is to distract us
I lack the generic gene
that wants to please
someone who habitually needs it
But I'll never lack in empathy
for those that involuntarily bleed it

Situations that cause me pain
roll freely from your social form
Easily do you butterfly,
under a cloudless sky
While I battle to anchor in the tempest
of an angry, raging storm