Loser

She goes to law school
And I write shitty little songs about our breakup
She sees a therapist
And I've seen a couple brand new girls without their makeup
Oh, it's not a competition
But if it is, she's winning
I don't even know who I am
She's getting over it
And it feels like I'm back where I began
Oh, I hate this game
Do we really have to play

I say I want the best for you
But I'm such a sore loser
Black and blue, girl, my ego's been bruised
To hell, I'm so glad you're doing well

I try not to compare myself
It's the only thing that works
And then we catch up
And I'm tasting blood
But you don't mean to hurt
Because it's not a competition
But I can't believe you're winning
I feel like I'm running in place
You're getting over it
And I'm getting in my own way
Oh, I hate this game
But I'm the one to blame

I say I want the best for you
But I'm such a sore loser
Black and blue, girl, my ego's been bruised
To hell, I'm so glad you're doing well
I wish you all the best in life
But not better than me
You're on your shit
And I'm on my knees
It's true
I'm such a sore loser

I swore that I'd be good by now
But time isn't healing me
The way that it seems to be healing you
I don't know what to do

I say I want the best for you
But I'm such a sore loser
Black and blue, girl, my ego's been bruised
To hell I'm so glad you're doing well
I wish you all the best in life
But not better than me
You're on your shit
And I'm on my knees
It's true
I'm such a sore loser