Everyday, you wake up at eleven
With booze near you, some cigarette fallen
To the floor where there is nothing
But your whole messy life in a nutshell
Some say you are a loser
Your friends look at you with pity
And you,
You know
There is
No hope
For you
Since your mother had cancer
You've been living off of your father
Even if he didn't hate you
You would feel bad about the money
He's giving you
Some say you are a loser
Your friends look at you with pity
And you,
You know
There is
No hope
For you