he's everything you wanted. everything you wished for. he'll twist his fingers through your hair. and tell you pretty lies like "I love you more than anything". he'll laugh at your jokes but inside he'll think they're lame. he'll call you beautiful but also think she is too. he'll say too much when he wants to get out of a situation. and he's not who you thought he was, is he? but you knew when his lips tasted like sugar and his touch burned like a fire, that he would get more than a second or third chance for all his endless mistakes. because everyone makes 'mistakes', right?

Oh  I am fortunes fool,
for the first jersey wasn't right,
what first was so comfy,
kept me awake at night.

Since then was Summer,
with some jersey-less days,
too hot, too bulky,
I'll justify in all kinds of ways.

But Winter's chill has returned,
oh I am fortunes fool, defeat,
I've never met a jersey,
that smelled so sweet.

The truths I said, so brave and bold
Were just lies, fool’s tales for gold.
You could not trust but hired me
To ferret out secrets that could be
Dangerous and paid for tales well told.

Caught up in drama and the romance
Of the spy flirting death and chance
You thought me better than I could be:
Whose fault that you could not see
Dancers must invent their dance.