a true story. written by me.


you broke my heart,
and then you took my high score
im not the best initials on that board anymore
i needn't go far,
just right down at the bar
ive got a pocket full of quaters
and a broken heart.

we used to work together,
to get those replays,
ever friday night and
saturday;
now im all alone, playin' this machine,
to get my high score back from you,
but youll always be my favorite,
player number two.

we'd go hit that pinball,
every other night
drinking and laughin, with no end in sight
then came the day, you didnt love me anymore,
you broke my heart- and then you took my high score.

i should have known,
right from the start,
but when you left me, it was a slam tilt on my heart.

you broke my heart,
and then you took my high score
im not the best initials on that board anymore,
ill stay here till mornin, to get it back from you
but you'll always be my favorite,
player number two.