Forfeit

Called off the search
since I found you,
’cause I’m not sure
I can do any better.

I’ve had no luck
playing the field,
so I give up,
I retire this old jersey.

And if I ever think
I might find someone better,
I promise I will lie to you.
I’ll pretend to be
content to stand beside you,
and no one will suspect a thing.

We’ll start our breed
by mixing the
worst parts of me
with the worst parts of you.

The nine to five
for the beehive,
not quite alive,
it’s more like doing time.

And if I ever think
I might have done things better,
I will imbibe a pint or two.
We’ll pretend to be
happily ever after
and see how many we can fool.

Between empty hands and empty head,
guess I know whose side I am on.
I guess it don’t matter in the end,
’cause I know who’d score the winning run.
Well, I forfeit this game, you’ve won.