~[ loserface ]~
Sitting in the rain
Getting dry
Watching birds flap and fly
Tires sing, and daffodils try
break the roses but that ain't why
honest men tell better lies
The sun's eyes make the drought
pullin up my weeds and look outs
moby thinks and melody pouts
But that isn't what this is about
in the dust moby poured himself out
/no remorse for the broken
no offense to the wise
Moby thought and started hopin'
maybe things would shrink in hindsight
But he left the door too far open
for somethin' more came in too late
and he broke his hard earned pace
He's the new loserface./
How to portray
broken homes
how to avoid
drunken homes
fistst swing
time slows
she kills
he's gone, he's gone
old friends make it worse
bad times make him cursed
beauty, if only the first,
breaks short
he's burst, he's burst
/no remorse for the broken
no offense to the wise
Moby thought and started hopin'
maybe things would shrink in hindsight
But he left the door too far open
for somethin' more came in too late
and he broke his hard earned pace
He's the new loserface./
Loserface, loserface
Lost from the human race
Loserface, loserface
Doesn't know destiny from fate
Loserface, loserface,
He'll never be the same.
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