Romie Adler's Musical Guide

Chapter 15: "Love Is A Losing Game" - Amy Winehouse

Lyrics:

For you I was the flame
LOVE IS A LOSING GAME
Five story fire as you came
LOVE IS A LOSING GAME


One I wished, I never played
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame
LOVE IS A LOSING GAME


Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand


Self-professed profound
Till the chips were down
Know you're a gambling man
Love is a losing hand


Though I battled blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned


Over futile odds
And laughed at by the Gods
And now the final frame
LOVE IS A LOSING GAME

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       I'm single right now, and that's how I wanna be, just like Natasha Bedingfield said; but if I wasn't one day that would be ok too. I woke up the next morning feeling weird, yesterday I was in a relationship, but now I'm single. You see what I mean by weird? It's just a feeling that you can't really describe other than being weird.
       I have no one to worry about, no one to miss, no one to wonder why they aren't texting or calling me back, and no on to kiss whenever I want. Instead of being miserable at best, 

       I felt like jumping for joy and praising God -- if I thought there was one, but I don't. I no longer have a boyfriend that I have to be self-conscious around if i want to have an alcoholic beverage or a fucking cigarette, and no one but myself to look pretty for.

       I turned my iPod on, plugged it into my alarm clock/stereo, and the first song that started to play was "Be Okay" by Oh Honey.

        I started dancing around as I got ready, and I didn't feel guilty about it. Why should I feel guilty about? It's not like Zane and I left things on the wrong foot, we just realized that we would be a better match as friends.

       It's not like I was in a 100% happy mood, but I was ok. I wasn't mad at the world that the stars didn't align for Zane and I as lovers in a parallel universe, I was just glad that all I had to worry about was myself again. I've always been better at that anyway.

       After breakfast that I knew we couldn't get out of as long as Momma Jones was cooking, Jax, Nolan, and I piled into my car and headed off to the studio for the day. Yes, on a Saturday, to put finishing touches on a few songs. I was getting excited because soon the album will be recorded and ready for release; I can't wait to share that experience with the boys. We were all sitting in a circle of chairs, putting our heads and voices together to get the final words down on the song. It was a jam session that I desperately needed, as Kellan played guitar to help with the word flow.
       Sitting on my right, i saw Nolan take a peak at his phone that was buzzing in his hand. He had a look on his face as if he didn't know if he should answer the phone or not. Nolan kindly excused himself and walked out of the room, I heard him say a weary "hello" as he answered the phone, and shut the door behind him.
       A few minutes later, Nolan slowly came back into the room, and his phone was back in his pocket. He looked so confused, like he didn't know what just happened.