I'm a lowlife, lowlife
And I've been here, caught standing still
I've gotta play to my hand, to my hand
Full of crap, I'm a landfill
(Didn't understand)
I'm not talking now
(Didn't understand)
For I know you well
I bet a penny
It's a talent, it's a talent
But I've had enough of that
I kept on waiting on lies, unwise
I kept waiting for a little tap
(Didn't understand)
One little "hey"
(Didn't understand)
Why can't you settle for that?
You can't
Let it settle
That's where you're at
I'm a lowlife
Caught standing still
I've gotta play, play to my hand
I'm a landfill
(Didn't understand)
I'm not talking now
(Didn't understand)
For I know you well
(Didn't understand)
I'm not talking now
(Didn't understand)
For I know you well
Well, I've become yours, like a lowlife
I went in under your door, like a lowlife, lowlife
Lowlife was written by Elliott Smith.
Lowlife was produced by Heatmiser & Steve Hanford.