Loser - Go for Gold

Another problem with my head

Can’t tie my shoes so I’m tangled at my feet

Always find an excuse to keep you from leaving me

Never wanted you to miss out

I always covered you in fear and doubt

Drinking away your days why do you let me bring you down

If floorboards

Could talk they’d ask me what I’m so sad for

These years spent hiding indoors

My throat’s hoarse

From screaming in my car for

These drives north

To have you settle me

Our conversations are so draining

I’ve taken all that you have given

With no return

Now you’ve finally learned

That I’m

My own worst enemy

Stuck in my head

So you start to break free

Erase the fear that comes from my disease

Tear off the shirt

That you stole from me

I don’t blame you after who

I’ve been

I guess I get what I deserve

I feel like such a fuckin loser

The whiskey stains on my shirt

A sign I’m still trying to get hurt