The Loser

Who knows how long
I've been sleeping for
Who knows I’m in here?
I swear sometimes every second feels like a thousand years

Once I stretched and spread my wings
I flew so fast right into the sun and started melting
Now I'm sitting at the cliff, and I confess to the abyss
And the echo sings a song about oh, nothing

I'm not losing ground
Maybe I’m just losing touch
I won't be around
To lubricate your crutch

I'll guess I'll just sit here and wait
Though my boots get so dusty
And these cuts in my hands all bloody and scarred
They look just like the ones my lover carved into my heart

I'm hoping and praying for something to come along
To flip my switch and turn me on
I want you so bad, I'm starting to twitch
Girl I love you so goddam much I make myself sick

I'm not losing ground
Maybe I'm just losing touch
I won’t be around
To lubricate your crutch