Do me a favor and have the guts br To show your face br Lay your heart upon the table br Not hidden up your sleeve br Waiting for the chance to br Cheat br The hands you’ve not been dealt. br br The fan that blocks the beating of your lashes br The made-up beauty of your seemly look br Is but a temporary obstruction br The dissembling of a mean intention br Is not so easy to mistake. br br In the backrooms of your mind br An upstairs bed awaiting br The dash of the stranger br Boots to the floor br May succumb to the whim of indifference. br br But the holster laid upon the nightstand br Carries the bullets of love’s lost cause.