Oh, what stupid games we play
Can’t bring ourselves to be honest
so we lie and sneak and hide the truth
of what we think and feel
for whatever fanciful reason
we come up with this time
Truth is, I might just be in love
but I’m not willing to dance around
and I won’t be a doormat
or an anxious pile of goo
for anyone ever again
I danced this dance for you
but now you play a different game
that two can play at successfully
and if time comes to walk away
I don’t think I’ll have a problem
A refreshing place to be
as the one that’s usually toyed with
to be here smirking at the thought
of getting under your skin