and if i see another week…
my mouth won’t move…
my floorboards creak…
because i did it on a dare…
although you don’t say, i know you care
and though my alibi is weak…
i know you won’t say, i’d only wish that you’d speak…
don’t throw me away (though i’m starting to reek…)
although i’m starting to reek…
and if i witness one more wreck
i’ll kill my queens
i’ll stack my deck
and when i do it all again…
you’re unaware till i tell you when…
i’ll live to fight another day…
my clothes are old, my hair is gray
and if i last another week…
my mouth won’t move…
my floorboards creak…
until i tell you again…
and if you love another man…
i will not budge…
though i almost ran…
live to see another day…
but where i’ll be i cannot say
live to see another week…
i do not move, i do not speak
lying in another room…
and even as we speak…
he sure was something…
and if you make another move…
and if you change another mood…
she’s all uncertain
the chosen are silent (for their own protection)
while others pretend to be worthy of mention