I'm not a lover I'm a fool I should've seen myself when I looked into her eyes Shards of tension filled the room Reflecting back the parts of her that fell beneath my pride She fell beneath my pride I need to treat her like the Queen she is And trade in all my useless kings And finally see the deck at hand And maybe when the day is done I'll choose to turn them in to be a better man Would she trust me if I said That I would gamble everything to do it right next time But it seems as though our love is dead And I can't help but think of all the times she smothered down her cries But her kindred soul defines The parts of me that I can't seem to find Lost forever in a pompous high I need to treat her like the Queen she is And trade in all my useless kings And finally see the deck at hand And maybe when the day is done I'll choose to turn them in to be a better man