Sleight of Hand
I'm pretty tired of this sleight of hand. Do you think I don't know the difference? Do I not deserve the real thing? Matches that do not light a fire, and candles that do not burn, only flicker on in the cafes at night. I have tried to be good. I only ever wanted to be understood. I thought it was kind that I should play along. And when they light the sign, I applaud. But I'm pretty tired of this bait and switch. I don't wanna have to smile when I open my gift, and there's nothing inside it. You never wanted to be good, you never really wanted to be understood. You wanted to be the one who held the cards. And for me to watch you draw the king of hearts. But I'm pretty tired of this sleight of hand. The king is queen and the queen is jack. And I am meant to be laugh, to be glad that you fooled me.