With a fresh bottle of Jack
And and unopened deck
Hoping for the final seal
With every brand new deal
As the cards add to the stack
Can't help but glance back
Mistakes made good and sound
Others left in the lost and found
My mind drifts thinking of you
On my own don't know what to do
Never seem to draw the winning card
In the losing habit life becomes hard
I gambled on our future together
That's now frosty as the winter weather
You've moved on to pastures new
Left me sitting on the grass in the dew
The cards stack up against me
All I get is bad advice for free
Now I'll lay out one final spread
Is there something for us or is it dead
As the cards add to the stack
Can't help but glance back
Mistakes made good and sound
Others left in the lost and found