Fishing Hearts

If I wanted to play games

I would've gone to a damn arcade

I thought we were fishing hearts

Why the hell are you pulling out a spade

My mind tells me that if I had any smarts

I’d see that this was merely a ploy to get laid

But I’m hooked

You’re the perfect bait

You know I was a shooting arrow?

Flying straight

To a fresh target

Now you reeled my spirit in
Made me a boomerang.