I'm strategic.
Watching the dominoes fall
before the air kisses the first
Listening to the cards slide
against the felt and pressing that
beautiful edge against my unquenchable fingertips -
Yeah, I figured I shrug smiling -
Looking -
Over my shoulder.
I'm paranoid.
Who's next to fall? I ask.
There's always a Brutus around us
And I can tell somethings surrounding
That whole thing you got there.
That stare. That lack off air
When you breathe, couldn't care less about my stress, so why should I believe
Anything you say.
I'm alone.
I don't care. As long as
I stay in control all is fair
to lose in war, my love removed before
I'm still moving more
And improving for - a future.
Don't worry about me.
I'm better than fine.