Ain’t Too Good At Losing

I think too much in the morning when I wake up
From the shadows of dark I keep on
For the worse or the better like a loaded gun

Like a feather I fall so lightly to the ground
Oh God, I'm so lost, just hoping to be found
Misery was the ocean, I would have already drowned

I'm holding out for love that never won't come
There ain't, ain't no other that I think I could love
Only I ain't too good at losing but I give up

I ain't too good at losing but I give up
Well, I ain't too good at losing but I give up