Ram Soup - Losing Hand Lyrics

I made it in a bit too late
Call it luck or call it fate
I can tell you either way
It's all the same

I told you once, won't tell you twice
You don't care, no, you got wise
I would never tell you lies
Into your eyes

I walked inside and closed the door
You were there, lying on the floor
Telling me, "I can't do no more
It's become a chore"

I never knew just what you said
Until it blew up in my head
It sounded like something I read
When I was dead