Poker Is The Only Game You're Not Playing

Poker Is The Only Game You’re Not Playing
Current mood: nostalgic


At a touch of our fingertips
We can make it all disappear
Please don't escape my hopeful grip
Believe it or not, there was a time you wanted to be there.

If I can't touch you,
How do I remove my hands?
Must be deaf to all of it;
I just can't meet your demands.

All you wanted is for it to be over
But somehow I couldn't let it go
Now that the snow is lain
It doesn't change a thing.

I still sleep with your picture,
And the note you sent.
I know it's just my tendencies,
But they are the only things I've got left.

And everything I've dreamt about may never come true,
Everything I wished on a shooting star for,
I've come to accept the fact that I can't have you.
It doesn't change a thing.

If I can't touch you,
How do I remove my hands?
If I can't love you,
How do I remove my heart?

If I can't think about you,
How do I reset my brain?
Babes, it won't ever go the way you want,
It doesn't change a thing.