[ Featuring the Piano ]
I've no reason to go on in the end
So sure of myself from the very start
Too high for the burden in my heart
I'm gonna give up my hopes
And I've barely began
But you know I'm not a fan of losing
I've got a matchbox under my eyes
Rattling away my promises
Practically synonymous with disappointment
I've no reason to keep driving
I'm out of gas, thirty miles out
The compass on my dash is pointing south
I'm gonna give up my hopes
And I've barely began
But you know I'm not a fan of losing
