From my moody profile

[suspectclass]

what good is a poker face
when you've got an open hand
i was supposed to be cool about this
yeah
i remember
cool was the plan
tried to keep it all under wraps
but the wraps kept going slack
i keep turning round
i keep coming back

i'd say "here we go again
yeah, this time you win"
i would feel dirty; i would feel ashamed
but i wouldn't let it stop my game

just the thought
of our bed
makes me crumble like the plaster
where you punched the wall beside my head
and i try
to draw the line
but it ends up running down the middle of me
most of the time