Games
This is a big, big, big, story
Are you ready?
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
2021, In the gymnasium
Just a little while ago, I had him eating
Right out of the palm of my hands
But call it hubris, or too much happy
Rushing through the big veins of mine
I let it all get straight to my head, real, real fast
And the big, big brain, of mine, went
Aah
Oh! let's ruin something perfectly nice, today, shall we?
And then, boom!
And, then I was a monster truck
Running loose, in a field of sunflowers
I swear to God, he was gone with the wind
And I'd know, I chased him through the streets
Through the rush hour crowd
And it got louder
The sad-songs, that I screamed
Into hair-brushes, in my bedroom
And that was that
Um, no, I'm lying, but you knew that already, didn't you?
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
2022, June, at Fable
And then, a whole goddamned year later, there he was, in that cafe
In a sorta faraway postcode
(he lives a minute away from me, by the way)
Where I was throwing my body, at a cannon event bad-boy
I met for the very first time and the gods know
Co-incidences are petty, petty little things
That right there was some serious, serious red-string shit
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
A torturous couple of months later
At the same damn gymnasium, again
He's every, every, everywhere
He hovers, he hovers, he hovers, and I so swear
He keeps watch over every single of my moves
Thinks me oblivious to it, wish I could scream
Oh! how I want you!!!
2023
I see him every, every everyday
Until he puts his big shoes on, and heads out into the wilderness
With those television actresses
But he always finds his way right back to me
Is he a star-crossed lover?
Is he a sob-story, that I'm meant to write about?
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
Now, we're onto 2024
Oh, and he's got me reading tarot
For him I'd get shot in the chest by cupid's arrow
No, I'm not pining away for a boy who does not want me
No, I'm not love-struck, only fate-fucked, well, can't you see?
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
He dodges me like I'm bad bullets too, but
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
Are you ready?
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
2021, In the gymnasium
Just a little while ago, I had him eating
Right out of the palm of my hands
But call it hubris, or too much happy
Rushing through the big veins of mine
I let it all get straight to my head, real, real fast
And the big, big brain, of mine, went
Aah
Oh! let's ruin something perfectly nice, today, shall we?
And then, boom!
And, then I was a monster truck
Running loose, in a field of sunflowers
I swear to God, he was gone with the wind
And I'd know, I chased him through the streets
Through the rush hour crowd
And it got louder
The sad-songs, that I screamed
Into hair-brushes, in my bedroom
And that was that
Um, no, I'm lying, but you knew that already, didn't you?
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
2022, June, at Fable
And then, a whole goddamned year later, there he was, in that cafe
In a sorta faraway postcode
(he lives a minute away from me, by the way)
Where I was throwing my body, at a cannon event bad-boy
I met for the very first time and the gods know
Co-incidences are petty, petty little things
That right there was some serious, serious red-string shit
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
A torturous couple of months later
At the same damn gymnasium, again
He's every, every, everywhere
He hovers, he hovers, he hovers, and I so swear
He keeps watch over every single of my moves
Thinks me oblivious to it, wish I could scream
Oh! how I want you!!!
2023
I see him every, every everyday
Until he puts his big shoes on, and heads out into the wilderness
With those television actresses
But he always finds his way right back to me
Is he a star-crossed lover?
Is he a sob-story, that I'm meant to write about?
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
Now, we're onto 2024
Oh, and he's got me reading tarot
For him I'd get shot in the chest by cupid's arrow
No, I'm not pining away for a boy who does not want me
No, I'm not love-struck, only fate-fucked, well, can't you see?
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
He dodges me like I'm bad bullets too, but
There's back and forth
Is it games, that he's playing?
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Writer(s): Shirina Biswas
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