Letras:Meaghan Smith. Games.

You are like a game of cards to me
And you play with a perfect poker face I see
But I'm playing with all my cards on the table
And all you can say is what's up and how have you been

What's wrong with this
Can't you see I've been playing
With my heart on my sleeve
And diamonds are the furthest thing from my mind
But I'll keep my lucky clubs
Just in case I can dig myself out with this spade
And we can stop playing

I keep thinking up strategies
If you say this I'll say that and then we'll see
What's left unsaid to lie down on the line
There's nothing but space and time
Between the likes of you and me

What's wrong with this
Can't you see I've been playing
With my heart on my sleeve
And diamonds are the furthest thing from my mind
But I'll keep my lucky clubs
Just in case I can dig myself out with this spade
And we can stop playing

It's not about keeping score
And it's not about winning anymore
It's not that I'm trying to lay blame
It's about you and me quitting this game

I'm reminded constantly
Of who I played what I did and how I should have been
And I know you're tough and you'll never fold
But baby that gets real old and comes back to you eventually

What's wrong with this
Can't you see I've been playing
With my heart on my sleeve
And diamonds are the furthest thing from my mind
But I'll keep my lucky clubs
Just in case I can dig myself out with this spade
And we can stop playing