Lyrics

[Verse]
Ryan Foster's got a temper, oh, you should see,
When he's losing at his game, it's a sight to be.
He slams his fist on the desk, loud and clear,
Shaking the whole room, you can almost hear him sneer.

[Verse 2]
He's been playing that game since the break of dawn,
With no luck on his side, and patience all gone.
That old desk has felt his wrath more than once,
A sturdy companion, through wins and hunts.

[Chorus]
Oh, Ryan, Ryan, your temper, it shows,
When you're losing at your game, everybody knows.
That desk takes the beating, every single time,
But in your heart of hearts, is it a crime?

[Verse 3]
Late nights roll by, and the frustration grows,
Cursing at the screen, as the tension flows.
Neighbors hear the thud, they know it's that time,
Ryan's wrath again, in a rhythm like a rhyme.

[Bridge]
It's not just a game, it's a battle of pride,
When the chips are down, and there's no place to hide.
That old desk stands strong, in the fire and flame,
Through every single hit, it knows Ryan's pain.

[Chorus]
Oh, Ryan, Ryan, your temper, it shows,
When you're losing at your game, everybody knows.
That desk takes the beating, every single time,
But in your heart of hearts, is it a crime?