The lights, the laughter, and the masks
So much going on that no one asks
Who the girl is surrounded by the dwindling stacks
Of chips on the table
Living in a life of sex and sin
Again and again I threw my money in
Convinced myself that this time it was for the win
And once more got my money swept up
I refuse to fold with my pair of too's
I've invested far too much this time to lose
I can't fold, there's no other option left to choose
Too little, too late
I'm almost out of chips and the end of the hand is drawing near
My sweat turns cold as my stomach drops in fear
I can't believe I've let myself get pushed up against here
In a corner of debt and desire
My eyes lower to my cards and back to the dealer
All I was really looking for was a healer
But now it's too late
We lay our cards down
I feel like I'm going to drown
