Call it miscommunication, exaggeration
Sensationalist appeals to her preferences
So it goes and so it went
And so it never ever relents
Because it means too much
Posturing is something I cannot prevent
In the light of reason, I rewind the tapes
And I curse and regret
It's a firefight and I have no cover
A battle of wits and my weapon dull
All those faltering rationalizations
Fall flat as I draw my hand
And this game may not be mutual
But I do not know how not to play.
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Trying to impress someone and feeling like an asshole when it falls flat. Comparisons between conversation and combat inevitable. Having to deal with my dad all my life has made me see simple conversation as a vicious chess game with high stakes.
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