I love wrestling with lovers. The not-so-grudge match.
And while I put up a hell of a fight, and even like to win sometimes, the truth is, losing ain’t so bad at all. You have to admit, this is one time that losing really isn’t losing.
There’s a little incentive to suddenly just not resisting anymore. Smirking as you issue the challenge: “You win. You’re on top. Now do something about it.”
Those are the losses I could stand a little more of in this life o’ mine.
I’m a loser, baby.