The Luxury Tiling

They said if I worked harder, I would chase down the dream,

So I overthrew my best intentions, cut out my own spleen.

Now the man I love only tolerates me for the bright sheen.

The splinters in my cheeks are a part of some grand scheme.

No place for love at this side of the Coney Island type of paradise.

I suck it up, it can all be taken away with one roll of the dice.

Too bad – it is not me holding the winning cards or the casino keys,

And I want a seat in heaven but my place is on my knees.

They said if I ran faster, I would catch up with the rest –

So I braved the mud, rolled over on my back to be the best.

The one I love ignores how everyone calls him “The Blessed”.

He never learned the rules of conduct when it came to playing chess.

No space for errors at this crude side of the town, keep on smiling.

I hold it in until I am home, there I destroy all the luxury tiling.

Too bad, it is not me holding the credit card or the upside down frown,

And I want a seat in heaven but first I must get out of this town.