I try to loosen up the knots in my stomach
But I get caught in all the loose ends

Push it down so far, till it plummets
And here I am, ******* in it, again..

My brain is drawing conclusions
With a sharp pen, so permanent

My heart and brain dueling confusion
A very twisted one sided tournament

But I will never win against my brain
my poker face is too nervous

It calls me out, points at my doubts
and lays my cards upon the surface

So I say "hit me" and it does
It hits every corner of my guts

Takes my chips, and my luck
I should have known they'd catch the bluff