Chess

You’re playing the black side, so you wait for the white.
You watch as the hand feels around the spotlight.
Touching pawn after pawn, keeping you guessing on which’ll move.
The second? The forth? The middle? “OI YOU”

You jump in fright and look at your opponent, curiously,
You can’t see his face because of the dark enveloping,
His face and his eyes so you stare into dark-ness,
He knows how much stress you feel when you’re playing chess,

You know he’s smiling in that silhouette, his hand wavers again,
Toward the pawn, G2, very quite intriguing…
Forward two steps, very normal for a start,
But now it’s your turn, you were dreading this part..

So many to choose what should you decide with?
Maybe do the opposite? Or maybe just copy him?
Your hand starts to move but you never told it to,
You look at the clock, you’ve been thinking for two!

You breathe with precision and pull your hand back,
remember that time you had to drive and were’t cut any slack?
Pick up something, groceries and your little sister,
Which one was first though? The choice a mind twister;

But have you forgotten you’re picking something up…
from someone waiting for you? Oh but now you’re stuck,
Because the groceries for your mother, she needs them right now!
And man you’re already late for sis, it all starts to bloody crowd

Up together in your mind, coz you just can’t decide,
what are you meant to go find a fucking clone or a mime?
Someone else to do these things without a single fumble?
Coz how else are you meant to pick which important thing’s more trouble?

[chorus]
The game of high iq’s, a wooden war on a checkered table.
The two monochrome colours battle in turns till one’s disabled.
The ticks on each side, marking how long each spent.
The battle can be repeated in more ways that you’d dreamt

[Verse 2]
Alright fine, snapping it back to the game,
Close your eyes, grab one, move 1 square. Insane.
You’d managed to blindly choose the “E7” pawn,
You reach up to the time and by god, you’d wasted a-whole

Fucking 5 minutes on that, that’s horrific for a first move,
You look at your opponent, his eyes are laughing at you.
He makes no sound as he watches his time decline,
You bite your finger nails, he’s taunting you and all while

Your heart is falling through your chest and down into intestinal mess
This game of chess is gruelling; yes but god oh god can you make sense (of)
Why can’t you think without thinking too much,
Why can’t you just be thinking one thought without rush,

No need for all the bad stuff like doubt and all that shit,
You just want to feel good up there, just for a bit,
Get rid of the cloud of lead and all of the nasty trauma,
Just a clear mind, a clear spirit, a body of water

Just think a thought and wait for the next to gently pass through,
No need for all this where the only cure is voodoo,
Or therapy? Dunno, Whatever they call it these days,
But you don’t want to talk to people about your past decades,

They’d probably get bored or think badly of you,
May as well just keep it and thin-OH GOD HE MADE HIS MOVE?
When was that? You didn’t see him react?
You look at your timer, six more minutes just like that,

Spent in thought lost and gone, don’t wanna play anymore
fuck this game, and yet you still, look at the board,
He’d moved pawn F once, you’re starting to bawl,
You never wanted to play this game, can’t you abort?

[chorus]
The game of high iq’s, a wooden war on a checkered table.
The two monochrome colours battle in turns till one’s disabled.
The ticks on each side, marking how long each spent.
The battle can be repeated in more ways that you’d dreamt

[Verse 3]
You silently beg for time as you think for your turn
1 minute turns to 2, your facial expression is stern,
deep in thought about it all, maybe you can make him fall,
You look up and notice a glint in the eye which he behold;

But before anything happens, you remember a subtle memory,
It squeezes past concentration and opens your eyes promptly,
That time where you had an entire conversation inside
What he said, what you’d say, what he’d say and you’d reply,

Because that was another chess game, but that one you’d lost,
All of that prior thinking, into the useless bin, it’s tossed.
How come it’s always like this, why can’t reality be fair?
You wish you’d had more time back then to cover everywhere,

Make sure every logical flaw was mapped out, pen and paper
It’d all be bloody perfect, all your plans are safer.
You can plan to the letter, no situation someone gets the better
Of you so you can’t lose anymore, you’ll never be upsetter!

Snap back to reality, ohp - that belongs to shady
Won’t say that shit again, so without waiting yeah;
you look up and there’s a minute left before you lose…
You look at the board in horror and… wait.. who’s…

You’re the black player… the queen is free…
You look up at the opponent… his smile nowhere to be seen…
You reach for it slowly, you slide it across the board…
The queen you moved, your queen is moved, the queen to H4…

You won. In just 3 moves, the fool’s gambit!
The opponent’s head falls in shame, whispers god damn it,
Your heart beating faster, you can’t believe you’ve won!
You awake from the day dream, a plan has formed, all’s done.