[Intro – spoken] Alright. That counts, I guess. [Verse 1] Nothing lined up Nothing stacked Every card I needed Actively refused to exist No plan B No quiet fix Just two deuces Sitting there like a mistake [Pre-Chorus] I hovered on discard Longer than I should Waiting for the game To intervene It didn’t [Chorus] I won the round With a slice of ham And a pair of deuces That I didn’t plan No setup No clever hand Just Balatro Letting it stand [Verse 2] Jokers doing nothing Planet cards checked out Every tooltip says “This shouldn’t work” I did the math Then closed the math Because the screen Turned green anyway [Pre-Chorus] This isn’t skill This isn’t growth It’s processed meat And false hope [Chorus] I won the round With a slice of ham Not a build Just a circumstance The game moved on Like that was fine I did not earn This outcome [Bridge – quieter, almost spoken] There’s no takeaway No lesson learned I will not be better After this [Final Chorus] I won the round With a slice of ham And I don’t feel proud I feel confused No victory lap No master plan Just dumb luck And deli ham [Outro – spoken] Next ante.
