if she's the perfect lady am i even a man?
if it's figures, not figure
can you bluff with the weakest hand?

in the darkest times i'll be the first to crack a smile
and how you grew to loathe that smile
with the wink of an eye
i help you leave all problems behind
from the altruist to the "x" in your sky

are we holding onto something
that can only slip through fingers?
like goods i promise you, i rarely deliver
as all my chump change goes rolling down the drain
i have no words to say profound or profane