She’s a storm dressed in Sunday’s best, Every glance a game of roulette. I played my hand, but I lost the bet, She’s not looking for a love she won’t forget. Her laugh’s a record that skips the groove, She breaks hearts just to watch them move. She’s got me chasing a dream that won’t stay, But I can’t outrun her getaway. She’s a flicker in the dark, a spark that won’t ignite, She kissed me in the morning, and disappeared by night. I swore I’d be the one to make her stay, But her world’s too small for love anyway. Cupid’s arrow only struck halfway, Caught in the middle of the games we play. She said, “Better a fling than a love that’ll die,” But I’m still here, wondering why. She’s running circles while I stand still, A heart left hollow, a space to fill. Cupid’s arrow only struck halfway, And I’m caught in the moment, fading away. She’s a puzzle with pieces she’ll never show, The kind of enigma you’ll never know. I thought I’d find her in the bend of her smile, But all I found was the distance of a mile. She wears the night like a crown of stars, But she’s looking for freedom in crowded bars. She told me, “Love is just a lie we tell,” Then dropped me off at the gates of hell. She’s a flicker in the dark, a spark that won’t ignite, She kissed me in the morning, and disappeared by night. I swore I’d be the one to change her view, But she only believes in the fleeting and new. Cupid’s arrow only struck halfway, Caught in the middle of the games we play. She said, “Better a fling than a love that’ll die,” But I’m still here, wondering why. She’s running circles while I stand still, A heart left hollow, a space to fill. Cupid’s arrow only struck halfway, And I’m caught in the moment, fading away. I reached for her, but she’s out of reach, A lesson in love she’ll never teach. She says, “It’s safer to never fall,” But without the risk, there’s nothing at all. I’d give her the sky, but she won’t take the light, She’s living for the moment, running from the fight. I can’t change her, no matter how I try, I’m just another name in her fleeting goodbye. Cupid’s arrow only struck halfway, Caught in the middle of the games we play. She said, “Better a fling than a love that’ll die,” But I’m still here, wondering why. She’s running circles while I stand still, A heart left hollow, a space to fill. Cupid’s arrow only struck halfway, And I’m caught in the moment, fading away. Cupid aimed, but his hand wasn’t steady, Her heart’s closed, and mine wasn’t ready. A halfway shot, a half-hearted flame, In the end, love’s just a losing game.