The Favorite Game
She wants but does not need
Her lips curl up, desire feeds
The looks she gives, she gives and takes
Drawn to the hearts still left to break
She plays the favorite game
You hold your lover to your side
Look into your lover’s eyes
But just beyond, another burns
This is how a lover learns
to play the favourite game
We play the favorite game
When every king knows love is gone
And every queen sends forth her pawn
To hold the pieces to the board
Then with broken heart, and bloody sword we’ll play
The favourite game
We play the favorite game
