Loser Singing To Thieves
I run on SSRI's, a cigarette for lunch
A bump in the night, I don't wake up til'
A quarter past 5, when the days almost done
Til' I'm late to work almost half of the month
I keep my head on straight if it weighed a little bit less
I'm littered with stress
I write to remember, then sing to forget
I wish I made myself a little impressed but..
I can't stand myself, my breath, my hair, my mess of a room
I keep people at bay like a pistol on waist in the back of saloons
I'm sinking my teeth into rats and raccoons
I'm singing to thieves for an apple or two
I work for my money, you shouldn't have to
My cables arе ripping but I shouldn't ask you for support
My house burned down last night and all that was left was thе Porche
So I'm suing myself, I drive in the oncoming lane on the way to the court
Your honor of course I did it, not sure why this your reason different
I'm guilty, this isn't admission
I can't stand myself, my nest, my chair, my mess of a room
I keep people at bay, the mistakes that I've made is the reason I do
I'm sinking my teeth into me and not you
I'm singing to thieves for an apple or two
I work for my money, you shouldn't have to
My cables are ripping but I couldn't ask you for support
My house burned down last night and all that was left was the Porche
So I'm suing myself, I drive in the oncoming lane on the way to the court
This marriage is over it's time that we file for divorce
So you know where to find me, lying in bed with a crook in my neck like before
