Three hundred days and sixty more Past nineteen and a night before Hot-blooded and with a thirst she might come at me first Here she goes she thinks she knows That I'm the one Last time she loved, she played and won Ten nights of games, she says she's mine Denies I'm bad, this on my mind:
"No more am I a teen this time I kiss her, I don't mean it I'm A romantic But I'm frantic; I need magic Might check if I still got heart Got art just to act the part Of a gentleman in a coat I quote ballads but I'm a player Lads, say a prayer For me For my infamy!"
Fragments of this story: Our shadows under orange lights her silence when I'm telling lies Hotel rooms and empty hallways she would let me grab her always I'm not even sorry I think we both know this won't last she's here to win but losing fast This heat, this high, deserves goodbye But she just left and I'm alright
I look back on what went wrong And as I contemplate the choices I chose I complicate the voices hear What is it like to love somebody? What is it like to have no fear? I only wish I was as strong To display the parts of me I hide All these playing hearts is a bad addiction An affliction I'll try to heal from I'll make this vow right here and now: "I'll be real from here on then" The thrill can't pay when hearts get broken
One hundred days - or ninety-four? Past um - I'm not counting anymore It has been since this game begun And in the end, it's just not fun All these epiphanies are like symphonies Ringing in my head I'm singing them as I lie in bed And I wonder and I ponder this:
"They know my name But my name is not me It's not the same When I say I'm sane I'm looking for something to feel Something surreal Some fling just won't satisfy But I justify my misdeeds And this leads me into darkness But I swear I'm not heartless Just give me a chance to fall Let me unbuild a wall"
I gaze on my own reflection And asked him: "Who am I?" He only mimics my question As he looks me in the eye
But an answer plays inside my mind: "You are only a child of the universe Too old to do wrong yet too young to be wise A boy learning to live and to love Pick up the fragments of your broken pride Open your heart from the inside Unburden yourself from the guilt Tear down the pillars you've built Player listen, you are fire housed in form You may blaze the trail, or warm the night You promised to no longer play games Hold on to your word and do good for this world"