Loser

You can lose the shirt off your back on a black jack table
Smoky room on a Saturday night
Walk out, tail between your legs
Couldn't get it back if you tried

You can lose that home game with the score tight
So damn close, second yard line
And you drop the ball, never felt so small
Swallow more pride

But you don't know nothin'
Until you felt the sting
Oh, of a woman's love packed up
Flyin' out your driveway
Sittin' there watchin' her leave

You don't know heartbreak
Until it breaks for real, yeah
And then she's goodbye, long gone
Thought you did, but oh no
You don't really how it feels
To be a loser
Until you lose her

'Cause she ain't lyin' there callin' you baby
Head on your shoulder in the mornin' light
Black dress on the hardwood floor
Next to the spilled red wine

'Til you're right there drinkin', tryin' to forget her
Now you see her out with somebody else
And she's wearin' that smile that you couldn't give her
Man, that's what I call hell

You don't know nothin'
Until you felt the sting
Oh, of a woman's love packed up
Flyin' out your driveway
Sittin' there watchin' her leave

You don't know heartbreak
Until it breaks for real, yeah
And then she's goodbye, long gone
Thought you did, but oh no
You don't really how it feels
To be a loser
Until you lose her

'Til you're losin' your mind
Losin' your head
Can't even get out of your bed
'Til you're starin' at the ceilin'
The world goin' black
'Cause you know you can't win her back

But you don't know nothin'
Until you felt the sting
Oh, of a woman's love packed up
Flyin' out your driveway
Sittin' there watchin' her leave

You don't know heartbreak
Until it breaks for real, yeah
Ooh, and she's goodbye, long gone
Thought you did, but oh no
You don't really how it feels
To be a loser
Until you lose her
Until you lose her



Credits
Writer(s): Hillary Lindsay, Gordon Sampson, Colin Elmore
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