Wastes of space, we the scapegrace, blank expressions, poker face.
You're my ace, ahead in the race, they're second place, a futile chase.
Stakes growing higher like an untamed fire, their inevitable pyre, situations dire.
Those who were bold, i watched their hands fold, those who seemed braver, i watched as they waivered, as they fretted and regretted, i watched their faces fall, like a delicate house of cards, gingerly balanced, standing tall.
But i have nout to fear, for my secret ace is here, hidden up my sleeve, to which i dearly cleave, they all want to believe, as losing's what they fear, but losing's all they'll get, while my secret ace is near.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
Wastes of space, we the scapegrace, blank expressions, poker face.
You're my ace, ahead in the race, they're second place, a futile chase.
Stakes growing higher like an untamed fire, their inevitable pyre, situations dire.
Those who were bold, i watched their hands fold, those who seemed braver, i watched as they waivered, as they fretted and regretted, i watched their faces fall, like a delicate house of cards, gingerly balanced, standing tall.
But i have nout to fear, for my secret ace is here, hidden up my sleeve, to which i dearly cleave, they all want to believe, as losing's what they fear, but losing's all they'll get, while my secret ace is near.
Scapegrace- a mischievous or wayward person, especially a young person or child; a rascal.
