This Game We Play
We’re playing again, he’s easy to sway.
He said he didn’t want to come out and play.
But I was bored, I want fun!
So we went and got us some.
He tells me we shouldn’t, I tell him it’s fine.
It’s no different from drinking whiskey or wine.
So the night has been spent, together again.
I know he enjoys it, he never refrains.
Only when I stop does he start to complain.
Moaning that this, is driving him insane.
He needs me I know, to place all the blame.
But he is me, and we love playing this game.
