The Game

So many text before I met you in person
A few words said before you came
If conversations are the pieces in this game
a champ sees everything in place

And I get it
I keep playin' and you're not fuckin' around anymore
It's not me with the problem, it's you with the problem
I don't get it
I won the game and somehow didn't score
Why do you always say that
but there's more

She's what some might call a whore
Polyamorous, exhibitionist, comprise a makeshift p.c. list
Until she said she wanted more
At least that was her rhetoric
She could've been trying to settle the score

And I get it
I keep playing and she's walking out the door
I've been waiting here for like an hour
I don't get it
I won the game and somehow didn't score
Who's texting you

At first she said she was... ahhh! She was all talk
Knee deep in inuendo, about putting it in her endo
'Til she showed up at my door step
A move well played if this were a game to her

And now I get it
I keep playing and she's walked out the door
Ah, whatever, we'll be back... She'll be back
I don't get it
I won the game and somehow didn't score
There's no more, no more, no more