face card female.

with no fantasies about faith

she struggles and tries to relate

but behind those sparkling eyes

there is a secret that she hides

a girl with some regrets

she lives inside a safety net

my arms open wide to catch her

and if she’ll fly, I’m not sure

but as the sun rises, a new day begins

some hearts will lose

and some hearts will win

roll the dice and move along

in the game of love, she’s only a pawn

she’s a card with queens and hearts

and her clockwork needs just a few more parts

to make her tick and remember love

her “tock’s” still broken

and thread’s not enough

and wisdom she has shared with me

is priceless though she gives it free:

love is a game where you play to lose

miscounting cards and crap shooting booze

rereading words stained and frayed

too high remains the price you’ve paid

but as the sun rises, a new day begins

some hearts will lose

and some hearts will win

roll the dice and move along

in the game of love, she’s only a pawn

still tripping from that fall from grace

her question about crimson lace

and she’s even more lovely than “cellar door”

that the raven may sing rather than “nevermore”

but as the sun rises, a new day begins

some hearts will lose

and some hearts will win

roll the dice and move along

in the game of love, she’s only a pawn

she’s untouchable in my mind

and carved soap kids are a treasure to find

so look out your window one last time tonight

for on the horizon shines a faint pink light