Complicated matters don't seem to matter much to you
As long as you're the one we're looking at, it's all the same
But no one here compares, so where's the challenge?
Even you should understand that only fools would suffer you to stay
And what a fool I am. I sometimes wish I were another
But a braver type of man could never hope to turn your disregard
Into a watchful gaze, where all the lights and sounds would disappear
And you and I would stare, my dear, until nothing else was left but you and me,
And then you couldn't help except to see me standing there,
Hopeful yet apprehensive, awaiting your next move in this game
Where even if you win, you keep on playing until you lose again.