Jul 30, 2010 09:10
There's no place like home,
where there's no letters from you,
no calls on the phone,
and I don't have to see
your sweet, sweet, sweet smile.
This game's all but over,
and I can't help but win,
it's not the trophy I'm after,
but losing's a sin.
I don't want adulation,
don't want the damn prize,
if me losing gets you,
I'm burying my ace.
(and then the dream ended)