Too many photographs in the ashtray, too many memories left to throw away;
I threw a shoebox full of letters on the fire.
Too many things I wish I didn't say, too many things that come out the worst way,
Is it any wonder I'm so tired?
Things don't work out like you planned,
Like you've been dealt a losing hand,
But it's a game that we all understand...
It's really just Go Fish.
I can't bring myself to erase all of those video tapes
That we made before everything changed.
Once upon a time, you were my lifeline-- but that was a whole other lifetime;
Now I watch it all go down the drain.
You're acting like you hold the Ace,
But I see right through your poker face,
I wasn't bluffing when you heard me say
If you can wait 'till tomorrow, I'll bring back all the stuff that I borrowed,
I suppose I don't need it anyway.
For a while I'll feel like a martyr, then I'll be right back where I started,
Hoping for another chance to play.
I believe the deck is stacked,
And I want all my money back,
I've had it up to here with all that crap...
We started playing as a pair,
But now I'm playing Solitaire;
I'm not sure that you were even playing fair....
So Go Fish.
© 1998 Brad Page & Michael Haught