The final frame

He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet with his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry, get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked, I'll go back to black

Why do I wish I never played
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game