Fraud - Jonathan Coulton

It wears you thin

Unpacks a bag and it settles in

Ten times an hour you’ll wish it dead

Ask it to leave but it stays instead

So unkind

Acting as if you could read its mind

Making it hard to explain without

Finding new things to complain about

Sharp teeth test your skin

Too late, you let an angel in

It’s all been done

So many accidents, only one

Paints you the picture you want to see

Cover one eye and look carefully

Big surprise

It doesn’t care about second tries

You’re afraid whatever choice you make

Won’t be exactly the right mistake

I bet you feel tapped out

And nothing left to talk about

I guess you’re right

You fraud

It tells you lies

You say you won’t but you compromise

Just don’t imagine you’ll ever win

Any race you aren’t running in

It follows through

Four in the morning it’s calling you

What’s the over-under on getting it

Done without always regretting it?