The Game We Play

Call me blind eyed, call me a victim

Call me a sucker for saying that I need him

Call it the come down, licking his finger

My friends in the background are walking away, leaving

Me with the one, tongue, call me a chaser

Trying to dig up the memory of the time he

Called me a poser, attention seeker

Praying to god that I won't find him in my dreams

'Cause he won't ask me to stay

He won't ask me to stay

Call it the game we play

Feet in the wet sand, feeling the tight hand

Gripping the buckle of my belt, whenever he can

Call me at sundown, won't let you wait long

Keep your eyes on mine, you can call me whatever you want

He won't ask me to stay

He won't ask me to stay

Call it the game we play

Feet in the wet sand, feeling the tight hand

Feet in the wet sand, feeling the tight hand

Call it the game we play

Call it the game we play

Call it the game we play

Feet in the wet sand, feeling the tight hand

Gripping the buckle of my belt, whenever he can

Feet in the wet sand, feeling the tight hand

Gripping the buckle of my belt

Call it the game we play