Still pretending
and running with the best of them
but I tire of this listless act
Theres not much left of myself to lose
maybe If I choose to relinquish
what remains
I'll become someone new

I'm laying down my losing hand
I've held the cards way too long
I bet too much
on a long-shot
pockets in my heart empty
staring at the mismatched colors
and numbers
trying to make a pair
I could rarely keep
the queen of hearts stare
being just a jack of all trades
and going nowhere
I'm laying down my losing hand
and just may never play again.

We feel dead, but were not
and theres still time

I have actually changed
more than you know
so much, Im afraid
to let it show
I just can not help
that being with you
awakens old habits.

I have
to close my eyes
just to see you.