Blame The Truth

Truth be told, I never had a chance.
Picture the scene: All red-faced.
Put off by the well-put together.
Tides turned and sweet revenge or better.

I wrote the book on firm hands.
I closed the case running miles through sand.

Despite what you think, I'm checking out.
Despite what you've done, it's working out.
Respect myself less and less,
But fight with the wrong words;
Never choose what's best.

Checks I can't cash, wrote in full.
Flex truth killed by the push and pull.

I've tried to kill the enemy I know so well,
But never met one last knife to pay off all lost bets.
One last knife.

Truth be told, I never had a chance.
Picture the scene: All red-faced.
Put off by the well-put together.
Tides turned and sweet revenge or better.