three’s a crowd
four’s a square

ignorance is bliss
it’s not really there
so this isn’t happening

hiding behind your poker face
too cutoff to cry uncle

need to take a break
take a breather

let
the
chips
fall
where
they
may

don’t look down
the ground’s too far away

no, what am i thinking
you won’t listen
you never listen
never

no boundaries
you have no boundaries

last straw

last laugh

last to the finish line

nevermind, it’s getting late

you’re under the weather

it’s over your head

game over

back to bed