Loser

You sit with your friends, you talk about drugs and stuff, that I know nothing about.

Talk about the time, high on P, they make it sound like it was pure ecstasy.

And I don’t get what binds you to them

You seem so alive and they seem stuck like its an effort to get out of bed

Underneath your smile, is that who you are

Just another loser, trying to take me home from the bar

Should I say no because I don’t like your friends

I can tell that this is something I’ll regret.

You sound so rough, your tattoo’s are tough, you look like you don’t smile much

But underneath the scary shell, is a heart of gold that has cast a spell

And I don’t get what binds you to your friends

They seem so different and I feel mean for not liking them

Underneath your smile, is that who you are

Just another loser, trying to take me home from the bar

Should I say no because I don’t like your friends

I’m afraid that this will be something I will regret.