There's not much left to believe in.
For you,
and me.
I've wanted so long to stop this monarchy.
You've played cards with the devil,
and dealt your sins.
I didn't believe much in love, anyway.
Flip back my hair,
pull on my shades.
It's going to be a long, long day.
You're too good to be left for last.
I thought I loved you, anway.
Kiss me in a moment of regret.
Taste the love of what we felt,
once.
There was a once.
You are too rough with love.
I don't want your lips,
or your wine.
Take it back,
to those years before,
when the night air
was all I felt from you.
You think love is a gift.
You don't know how I light fires,
at dawn,
in your eyes,
and you are drawn to me.
Do you realize,
at all,
that all this is,
is static cling?
I'm tired.
Of life.
I just want to play cards,
bet your soul,
and lose it all.