Playing A Game

I don't understand, I'm Playing a Game.

This game's in the way, but I can't get away.

It's running my life, "Do I even have one?"

I guess I'm just bored, but I feel like a whore.

I know I don't love them, or maybe I do?

"You can't love three", is what my mom used to say to me.

This is a dirty game, and I know I'll lose.

We just got in a fight, so I'll call the third to see him tonight, after the second leaves and kisses me good night.