Whispering the blues
Whispering the blues,
As I hang up the phone and loneliness sneaks in the door,
Anxiety and restlessness digs deep within my bare skin
My video games becomes my newly found friend…
She doesn’t judge me…
Just ask for my best…
Even if I don’t perform to my optimal level…
She will still allow me to rest..
On her controller and dig my joystick into new highs..
Buzzing and beeping all through the night
As long as I hang on for the ride…..
I don’t have to lie about hanging or being a 9..
Hourly player junkies
Feening for the game..
Her opinion is neutral
Love me regardless if I am rich or swinging with a cane…
As I hang up the phone and loneliness sneaks in the door,
Anxiety and restlessness digs deep within my bare skin
My video games becomes my newly found friend…
She doesn’t judge me…
Just ask for my best…
Even if I don’t perform to my optimal level…
She will still allow me to rest..
On her controller and dig my joystick into new highs..
Buzzing and beeping all through the night
As long as I hang on for the ride…..
I don’t have to lie about hanging or being a 9..
Hourly player junkies
Feening for the game..
Her opinion is neutral
Love me regardless if I am rich or swinging with a cane…
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