I don’t
I don’t think you mean it
Here now another disagreement
Play our cards

It means more to me when you’re gone
What at this point could go wrong?
Where the heart flows silt will follow
A pill too big for us to swallow

What could I do to make this worse?
Love, being a chemical randomly dispersed,
Is never that we’ve found our place
But merely a familiar face;
A bluebird transfixed in space

Come down
Come down
(I won’t)
Come down
(I don’t)
Play our hearts

(I don’t think you mean it.)
Play our cards