Three more minutes,
But just two ago,
I told myself to roll on gamble and
Picked up a coin.
Leaving things to chance and fate,
I told myself that
If I were to find heads,
I’d give up on us.
The moment I flipped the coin and
Hesitated to look
Felt like a
And when I looked,
To my subconscious relief,
I saw that the fifty-fifty I had bet on
Had come out the way that I secretly hoped for.
But I wish I
Could play myself less,
And the reason I put this decision on a coin
Was so that I had someone else to blame,
I’d rather hate a coin
Than myself or you.