Losing the Game

Funny how you can feel like you're living to lose
But when asked who is winning you can't say who
Hey we've all been chasing the same damn thing
But gratification is fleeting
Over a bowl of oats gone cold
You saw through the scam
And then you saw your Self in all its desperation
Flailing around on the floor

You studied the rules
While you were in school
Ain't your fault you bought the game they sold you
At the time, it was all that was offered