i'll catch you later
or maybe not
i forgot that i'm a bug and you're a bird
while you have wings, i'm in the dirt
waiting to get stepped
you call me a loser
laugh at my basement skin
i drink alone every night
and tell my friends i'm staying in again,
oh wait, i'm dead, i have no friends
i'm such a loser man
but hey at least i'm trying
i'm only good for playing dead
well hey i guess Connor's right
the city bus is surfing past, i really am no one