Family game night:

In it to win it, win or lose! "WIN LOSE OR DRAW" -updated edition, 1992-

"now with fewer screws to lose!"

or get unloosened, and then - come loose - and then, ultimately, you know, get lost... .

So yeah! Fewer screws! (Their getting *******)

I'm not in it for what I can do for you. I'm in it to see what we can do together, to make a memory worth looking back at, even if it's bad once it's done you can find the humor in each mistake - so as to make the recap shine from time to time and a little, too, every now and then...
and then again.
Bright like diamond sparkle, sparks pop and sizzle into smoke,
and fade.

And if the lighting is perfect too- and you set a perfect mood -and you find a good tune or better a a whole album you can dig on while you shoot the **** and kiss and tease and beg and plead and win and lose. It's my favorite thing to do. You ever smoke and chill? Yeah me too. (This was a lie) Nah like sitting still in a room is like... my favorite thing to do. (Also a lie.) In fact he was almaost physically incapable of sitting still once high on ***. He had to walk around and move. He walks through all his spiral thoughts and beats a rhythm out of syllabary slices he hopes that he can rhyme sooner or later, at marching cadences and syncopating them slowly, to the sway.

but what if I could say it better, yes I know I haven't said it yet that's the dilema- what if I said it out loud but then I thought of a better way to say it and it hauntes me terribly; because first and foremost, it is imperative that I always be the most clever that I can be at   Bb every beat of every bit and turn of phrase,  oh god I'm rambling, never mind that **** I said... Hey LOOK AT THAT!!

He Bungles the bolt, stumbles and stops, and gives up the retreat. "My bad guys... I ****** that one up... Nah you guys were great! Yeah that's on me... My B. Later dudes."

(Hell yeah! I certainly slogged that one out.  Sarcastically -Yippee I'm self aware now, too!!! ,'.)  

"You too? Cool. So..? Cool, yeah, so— what are you? Like what are you up too? You busy tonight or like, what's up?
You feel like kickin it later?
... Or now if you're into it? You know...

"Cuz I kinah feel like kickin it witchou."
(but do it smooth) [******* dude...]
{don't be rude}(why not? That was ******* cheese *****!* And cheese ***** can ******* ****.)
[whatever man, he can't hear us anyway so what's it matter?]{it's just uncouth}.

England And Germany
Twin sides of the same coin
Light and dark the game's the same
Two soldiers doing the same job
Both would be mortal enemies
Yet their stories are the same
On a certain type of mission
Getting the same result
Like it's a scripted storyline
The hit man and the cop
Telling exactly the same story
Each eradicating the ******
Not a tale I made up but real
Or so they say to me
What do you think?

I'm talking fast
Breathing slow
Exiled from life
Why you left do not know
Your absence stabs like a knife

Because too much time on my hands
Don't go to church or the bar
Stare at the wall trying to understand
How I have made it this far

It bugs me you are fine on your own
I am only half getting burned
Tell me to hit you up on your phone
My messages go unreturned

My tongue itches with irritation
Sentences I dare not say
Can't blame you for infuriation
I kissed you back that day

I suspected you'd never ring my cell
I'm wrapped around your finger
You put my heart through hell
Lasting loyalty lingers

Supportive of you no matter what
Liberated or in chains
Too deep down in this rut
To evict from my brain

All I know
I am tired
Yearning to rise above
Adoration has expired
Why can't my love?