Headlines & By-lines

Raise my heavy heart above your head
The greatest trophy you’ll ever get
You’ll just never know it
Heart collector yet untouched by love
Consumed by hate it’s more pity your deserving of

Slap that poker face, nice guys always come last place
Slap that poker face, like you, your memory lost without a trace

How could such a looser win so much
No kind words or warm tender touch
Too insignificant to bother with
So indifferent how can you live like this

Slap that poker face, nice guys always come last place
Slap that poker face, like you, your memory lost without a trace

Like a library you collect hearts on long term loan
Borrowed without permission
Why not just burn us down, force us to close
No need to add more fuel to the fire
Left us feverish with naïve desire

Slap that poker face, nice guys always come last place
Slap that poker face, like you, your memory lost without a trace