Everytime I play Patience
on this computer
I miss the Queen of Hearts
everytime I try to bluff at poker
I re-deuce the gambler in me

when I attempt a leap of faith
I end up, face first, in a pile of disgust
'cause jumping like an idiot only
fits those who trust the dust

I could have owned a business
but felt the need to stay astray
I could have been my parents'dream
instead I chose my ways

and if some son of a bitch
might have thought
I'd be good at sports
his disappointment would be
paramount

some people have the power of influence
others let you cold
many steer away from us
a few grow on you like mould

I guess that on the whole
I have but few regrets
one, certainly must be
the scorn of being so small

otherwise I could have grown to be
what was expected
rather then spend my time
sitting here, at this machine,
alone and in the dark
with my intolerance
and a deck
of stale old cards.