Pack It Up

She had a tattoo of a dagger on her body. Should have seen the warning sign If I don’t quit her, hell, I just might die. Or in the least, I’ll lose my mind Stern talks to myself in the mirror. Pointing in my own face - You gotta pack it up, you gotta start again Fed up with guessing who’s an enemy or friend You gotta pack it up, take it on the chin Walk away from games you’ll only lose You gotta concentrate on matches you can win Spirit abrasions, soul lacerations. I can’t take another day And it’s not like I won’t have invitations. If I just change my state of play Well, it doesn’t matter how you play the game. It’s whether you win or lose! Ya gotta pack it up, and just walk away Sometimes your dreams should never meet the dawning day You gotta pack it up, you gotta just move on Pack your suitcase, start the engine Don’t forget to blast that rock n’ roll song It doesn’t matter how you play the game It’s whether you win or lose - and sometimes you can’t choose! You gotta pack it up, leave Beacontown Grab your your coat, your boots, your keys, your hat and leave before the old full moon goes down....