Losers

Seven AM
I get up out bed
Guitar in my lap
but something's stuck in my head
The morning is quiet
The summer is sweet
But I'm picking away at things better unsaid

I only survived
Two-thousand and five
Singing my songs to the Lord
A magic machine
Or the spaces between
But I'm picking away at things better ignored

Call me lazy
Call me lame
But I'm half-crazy
All for the love of the game

So goddamn young
We'd remain
But I'm half-crazy
All for the love of the game

Cheap cabernet
Drunken ballet
We go down on the sidewalk
But we're doing okay
Roll up on the boys
Put on Illinois
But I'm picking away at things better destroyed

I'd be your girl
You'd lay claim
We'd have more time
All for the love of the game

I'd be Daisy
You'd be Jane
We'd be losers
Shaping ourselves from the clay

Maybe there's something
A plan or a plot
Like Back to the Future
Or Some Like It Hot
Maybe it's nothing
Or maybe it's not
But I'm picking away at something better forgot

I'd be your girl
Take your name
And I'll lay down now
All for the love of the game

I'd be your girl
You'd be mine
We'd be losers
Nothing to spend but the time

If I was your girl
When I was just seventeen
I know we'd be
Picking away at things better unseen

I'd be your girl
You'd redeem
Dead undying
Feels like we're still seventeen

I'll be your girl
We'll be lame
Losers laughing
All for the love of the game

I'll be Daisy
You'll be Jane
Lines receding

Still in frame
We'll be older
We'll be changed
And we'll be home now
All for the love of the game
And we'll be home now
All for the love of the game
We'll be home now
We'll be home now
We'll be home now



Credits
Writer(s): Magdalene Visaggio
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