You and I were born to lose
And that ain't no real news
We die with the lovesick blues
But you remain my cocaine muse
All day, through the day
Don't you look me in the eye
And tell me that I'm lying
About the things you said of me, they're in my head indeed
About the things you said of me, they're in my head indeed
All day, through the day
All day, through the day