Owen Piehl - Intoxicated Loser Lyrics

I'm higher than the trees
I'm falling to my knees
I'll give you everything
If you'll take everything from me
I'm running low on time
My excuses are sublime
And they always seem to rhyme
Won't you tell me it's a fable
My cards are the table
Your heart is telling stories but my head is hardly able
To comprehend the ending
Please stop your pretending
I am just a fake
You tell me that you're mine
My pulse is keeping time
It always comes in fours
You're so adorable you know
The laces on my shoes
Are sticky smell like booze
I think it's time to lose
I'm an intoxicated loser
Too nice to be a shooter
Too kind to be a fighter
It's probably why I'll lose her
I just got a cigarette but I don't have a lighter
It's a metaphor
I'm standing at your door
Hey
I'm in my own way
Won't you tell me it's okay
Wanna tear out everything
And burn it to the ground
To mute out all the sounds
You make when you're together
Two birds dropping feathers
I'm only a stone
And I think I'm way too stoned
There's a complicated rumor
Where's your sense of humor
It's hanging on the line
Drying next to mine
I'm an intoxicated loser
Running like a shooter
Too soft to be a fighter
Probably why I'll lose her
I just got a cigarette but I don't have a lighter
It's a metaphor
I'm standing at your door
I'm standing at your door
I'm standing at your door
I'm standing at your door
I'm an intoxicated loser
Without a sense of humor
Never was a fighter and it's probably why I'll lose her
I just bought two cigarettes but I don't have a lighter
It's a metaphor
For everything you are
It's a metaphor
For everything you are
It's a metaphor