Solitaire Lyrics - Dean Friedman

By dean friedman 

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.