Fickle little lines drawn in dirt 
parameters for our precarious game 
playing chicken with my conscience

you already know that's a mistake
But I coax you
throw the ball in your court 
what else is there to do 
But hit back
Your movements have no slack
I'm wrapped around you like tether ball to pole
But we're both winning
And it's winner take all
I don't have to wait for fall
To hike, tackle and drive
I'm a eligible receiver
Better than football
if touching down is fingers lingering further south
So don't worry about asthma attacks
I know mouth to mouth

But besides, we all need
some sorta victory 
on a daily basis
Can yours be me?