losers (Explicit)

作曲 : Joseph Beerman

You hope we make it out alive

All good and fine, I don't

So shit, feeling half alive

Half the time, I know

So, we go

High a little and black out

And I felt so proud of it

Adderall, our heads are in the clouds

Till you brought me down

So, tell me did you f—k someone?

Did it make you feel better?

All your friends had fun

Why'd you make them watch you cry?

I give out my love

Did you need it in letters?

Felt the light inside me die

Now I get

High a little, then I'm back down

And I'm not so proud of it

Alcohol, a basement, and a couch

Why can't it be now?

You showed me Bloody Valentine

And"Room on Fire," the Strokes (the Strokes)

Stick-pokes, now we look alike

Put your hands in mine, and I'll never let them go

We grew up, no fun

Can't believe we got bigger

All our friends turned out just fine

So it was almost love

Don't it feel like forever?

There's a voice inside my mind

And it goes

Get high a little, then I'm back down

And I'm not so proud of it

Alcohol, a basement, and a couch

Why can't it be now?

High a little, then I'm back down

And I'm not so proud of it

Alcohol, a basement, and a couch

Why can't it be now?

(High a little, then I'm back down

And I'm not so proud of it)