Solitaire

I'm playing solitaire to pass the time and she's elsewhere talking to ease her conscience and grease the pathways of her life.

I'm telling you, a slippery tongue is not a good thing. The tool of the devil unleashed to beguile the weak and willing.

I'm still playing solitaire; still losing and she's somewhere, I don't know where, unrolling a story that I don't know, telling a tale that's different from the one I know.

I'm telling you, we are all born with one face. Every time we turn the other cheek our second face grows a little bit more until we are two-faced like all the rest.

I'm still playing solitaire, counting the times I've lost and losing track and she, not here, is turning round and round trying to find where she started.

I'm telling you, never lie the first lie. Once you tell the first one you are condemned to a lifetime of endless lying.

I've stopped playing solitaire, the cards all look the same, and she's still somewhere, I don't know where, talking, unrolling and turning, endlessly.