Like how your voice still turns me luck casino
Our blind love was never all or nothing,
small wins that kept us both coming right back
where sweet comfort was like an addiction
until that same comfort turned us both cold.
Shivering and alone, goosebumps find us,
these telling blimps on our skin like morse code
revealing our history, can't ignore
who we've been, what we've done, how we went wrong,
hedging our bet, that true love never dies
and while we both left the gamble behind,
into my heart's treasury there I placed
memories of you and me like winning chips
so I’ll take our good fortunes to my grave.