How often do I cross your mind?
I’ve probably thought of you a hundred times today
Admitting that is hard because deep down I know
that the one that cares the least
is the one that holds the cards
and I can feel my poker face slipping
Surely you have some hint by now
that as thankful as I am for your friendship
I would do terrible, horrible things for something more
but I have to play the hand I’m dealt
and I don’t have the chips to raise
All I can do is call or fold
and I don’t think I have it in me
to get up from the table
So please, if you feel the same
you’ll have to be the one
to up the pot a little higher
and give me some kind of tell
‘Cause I don’t know how to read you
and I’m afraid to show ’em
I don’t want to sacrifice
when I’m holding nothing
Everything is in your hands
You only have to call