I used to put in a tiny bit of extra effort to beat you every week. And you too of course. At the back of my mind I was always worried of not being able to. Cause even though it's crazy, I need that moment where I could smile. Be happy for one thing for a change. No matter how childish it was. The feeling of winning my deluded, private game was satisfying.
But now that fire of wanting to prove I'm better has gone. Extinguished. Burned-out.
I guess I've finally given up.
"Accepted" is not quite right, but it's the first word that comes to mind.
"calm down get straight
It's in our eyes it's how we operate
The way that we've been speaking now
I swear that we'd be friends"
