The Game

Someone else is talking to me
But I glance past him, you’re all I see
You’re talking to another girl
Looking over at me as I tuck away a curl

I smile too bright, at a joke that wasn’t funny
I pretend to find interest in his eyes, they’re honey
You lean forward to her, hands close together
Thighs brushing light as a feather

His shoulders and mine touch, and he gets nervous
Does he know he’s unimportant, just providing a service
Incredibly bold he goes to grab my hand
But unfortunately for him that was all I could stand

I’ve missed the show of you taking it too far
It’s time to go, everyone’s sprinting to their car
As everyone leaves you come and sit by me
And there we sit, as our tools leave, chuckling quietly