Ain't Too Good at Losing - Dylan LeBlanc

I think too much

In the morning when I wake up

From the shadows of doubt

I can’t run

For the worse or for the better

Like a loaded gun

Like a feather I’m falling

So lightly to the ground

Oh and God, I’m so lost

Just hoping to be found

Oh and if misery was the ocean

I would’ve already drowned

If misery was the ocean

I would’ve already drowned

Well I’ve been holding out for a lover

That’s never gonna come

But there ain’t, ain’t no other

That I think I could love

And I ain’t too good at losing

But I give up

No, I ain’t too good at losing

But I give up