Role Playing Game

You're the boy with sunburnt eyelids
With his patience wearing thin.
You're the jerk with good intentions
And you've got a thicker skin
     thicker skin than last time and
     you've got a chance to win.

She's the time of day she never gave
She's half past 9 at night.
She believes in proper fairness,
But she's unwilling to fight
     fight and argue with her conscience
     for the sake of "half-way right."

I'm the note you left unfinished
Under lazy, clicked-off pen.
I suppose I'll wait for later
To finish saying what needs said.
     "What needs said," read sunburnt eyes,
     "is, half past 9, I should be back again."