I磎 not the joker who wins your game

Whenever

Your good excuses (they) turn out lame

And I磎 not

Always the hand that helps you out

Whenever

The lucky loser runs out of luck

So sit down and lean back

Cause this might hurt a bit

(I won磘 make your bed

I don磘 give a shit)

Can you do anything on your own

Without picking up the phone?

Please don磘 complicate it 

I feel so jaded

Can you do anything on your own?

Hey don磘 you know

I feel so jaded

I feel so jaded

...now

I wait for the day when you come to see

That nothing

In our life ever comes for free

Because you磖e

Sneaking through life at my expense

With an empty head and empty hands

I磎 so worn out

I磎 not the joker in your game

When your excuses turn out lame

And nothing ever comes for free

When will the lucky loser see?