Music: Pierre Elias
Pen and paper in hand
But i can't come up with
A new chorus or sentence
I struggle at the chance
I left her so unamused
When she heard my minor chord
With no hesitation
She said that
I sound like loser64
Im just rotting away
In my room, of course, where else?
But nobody ****ing cares
Ive been up since around 12
And when i fall into bed
I'll come up with an album's worth
Of songs that could turn out as hits
But when i wake up, i forget
I always miss the chance
To go out and make new friends
But when i try, i just fail
They choose to keep their distance
I left them so unamused
When i showed them my minor chord
With no hesitation
They said that
I sound like loser64
(all i ever wanted, was to impress you all)
(all i ever wanted was to catch you before you could)
Pen and paper in hand
But i can't come up with
A new chorus or sentence
I struggle at the chance
I left her so unamused
When she heard my minor chord
With no hesitation
She said that
I sound like loser64