Bluff

They called you on your bluff
Your good intentions weren’t ever good enough
To keep their minds from making up
Is it alright if I don’t come out tonight
And we let the old rules turn their pages for a while?
I’m like a match that won’t light, I toe a line I can’t fight;
Only as good as «remember whens?» of the way it used to go
I don’t want to know
Play me a song from the legion halls, back of the van and the truck stop walls
Show me you’ve got something to say; you know that I’m waiting
I heard they gave you the words to sing, and listening now I can’t feel a thing
How does it feel to speak that loud and know you don’t mean it?