Do you think I can read your mind?
Do you think I know what you feel when you do?
Do you think I’m emotionally blind?
Would you be my friend if I asked you to?
Granted this is all true
Granted you know what to do

Don’t fake it to my face
I can read your cards; you’re holding an Ace
You think you are the Queen of Spades
But I’m darker than you, much prettier too
Why can’t I win the race?
Why can’t I get first place?
Just this once

Are you holding out on me now?
Do you think we could be more than friends?
Are you wishing that we’d let it go?
Do you think we’ll make it to the end?
Granted this is all true
Granted this is all I have for you

He’s yours and he’s mine and he’s hers but we’re fine
He likes you he likes me and I can’t fathom why
I’m obviously all he wants in everything
But he can’t ignore your taunts; your flirting
He can’t see past your shade; your burning

Don’t fake it to my face
I can read your cards; you’re holding an Ace
Why can’t I win the race?
Why can’t I get first place
Just this once