Losing Ourselves - Galactic Cowboys

When I was twelve it was all fun

All fun and games

All for the thrill, the usual drill

That’s what it became

Mama says she can’t see my eyes

Mama says that I don’t look right

Mama asks me if I’m all right

See the doctor for some therapy

Says that this will get the best of me

Says the clinic is the place to be

It’s only time and chance

It’s only circumstance

Blaming me, blaming you

And we’re losing ourselves

Blood on me, blood on you

And we’re losing ourselves

As life rolled on, bored of it all

In need of escape

Habitually, reality

Was losing its shape

Family says I gotta give it up

Friends say I gotta drop the stuff

I can never seem to get enough

Hey buddy, can you spare some time

Hey buddy, can you spare a dime?

Hey buddy, can you get me high?

It’s only time and chance

It’s only circumstance

Blaming me, blaming you

And we’re losing ourselves

Blood on me, blood on you

And we’re losing ourselves

No way to cope

And we’re losing ourselves

Don’t give up hope

As we’re losing ourselves

It’s only circumstance

Blaming me, blaming you

And we’re losing ourselves

Blood on me, blood on you

And we’re losing ourselves

No way to cope

And we’re losing ourselves

Don’t give up hope

As we’re losing ourselves