i'll catch you later or maybe not i forgot that i'm a bug and you're a bird while you have wings, i'm in the dirt waiting to get stepped
you call me a loser laugh at my basement skin i drink alone every night and tell my friends i'm staying in again, oh wait, i'm dead, i have no friends
i'm such a loser man but hey at least i'm trying i'm only good for playing dead well hey i guess Connor's right the city bus is surfing past, i really am no one