Solitaire

Potted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill.
 If the cats don't get 'em the winter wind will.
 But I am a fool and I water them everyday.
 Have some faith in what's-his-name
 The deck is stacked but just the same,
 I'd rather lose a hand of hearts I swear,
 Than to win a round of Solitaire.
 Both of us drink from a fountain of feeling, waiting for the blood to spill.
 If the doubts don't get us then the apathy will.
 But I am a fool and I worship you everyday.
 Have some faith in what's-his-name
 The deck is stacked but just the same,
 I'd rather lose a hand of hearts I swear,
 Than to win a round of Solitaire.
 Hiding the hurt or fighting and bickering, thinking that we've had our fill.
 If the lies don't do it then the honesty will.
 But I am a fool and I water you everyday.
 Have some faith in what's-his-name
 The deck is stacked but just the same,
 I'd rather lose a hand of hearts I swear,
 Than to win a round of Solitaire.