Well... What should we do?

It was doomed anyway,
all nuclear and what not
mutating me into some mess
of genetics that is oh so
absolutely bored with what
we have to offer,
all my pre-calculated charm
and your unpredictable
heart, throwing me off
when I take a guess
and realize I'm right

Now I'm just rolling dice
Behind shades worn at night
staring darkly into street lights
some hot shot gambler racking up
on what you have to offer
sweet acknowledgement and attention

Sometimes, that's all I wanted
and I saw it as a shade of currency green
eyes like dollar signs, seeing your
company as wealth (for some reason)

after all the whiskey
after all the darkly charm
after that doomsday moment where
I'm lying on the bed in only
sweaty under wear, with all those
way too bare confessions
expressed through some type of
sincerity that I managed to cough up,
when really I'm just thirsty
a cup of water would do just fine
(but don't forget the alcohol)
hey

So these are the games in which
we're playing
the games we're we parry
and joust
you swing, I swing
we swing at another
some hot shot or booty clap
just a piece of shit, or some
uptight bitch
now back to what ever
this is, unsure if it's worth it
but why waste the effort
since we've already gone this far

Lover (supposedly),
will we survive
this upcoming apocalypse
with our heads on our necks?

Or will we just go extinct
with the rest of what's primitive
falling like baby teeth
which were too hard to let go...