2193 - We Are The Losers ( Twee pop - Jangle pop )

[Verse 1] Alarm at five Same old coffee Same cracked cup Rain on the window Bus stop puddles on my shoes Clock in Head down Fluorescent hum above my neck Counting coins in my back pocket Already know they won't make it [Chorus] We are the losers Walking to the grind Burning our days just to fall behind We are the losers Laughing through the pain Paycheck gone before the end of the month again [Verse 2] Summer heat Shirt stuck to my spine Winter wind cuts through this thin coat Storm or sun I’m on that line Trading hours for a note that won’t float Tiny raise They call it “luck” I call it one more broken joke End of the week Wallet’s a ghost All these dreams running on smoke [Chorus] We are the losers Walking to the grind Burning our days just to fall behind We are the losers Laughing through the pain Paycheck gone before the end of the month again [Bridge] Losers on the 6 AM (hey!) Faces pressed to dirty glass Losers in the same old mess Still somehow we drag We drag Losers with our tired eyes Still getting up when night’s not done If this is losing Side by side Maybe we already halfway won [Chorus] We are the losers Walking to the grind Burning our days just to fall behind We are the losers Singing in the rain Paycheck gone but we get up and try again [Verse 3] They gave us badges Cheap coffee Plastic plants Said ''You’re the heartbeat Nothing works unless you dance” But I’m just running Same circle Different day A little faster So the big wheel gets its way [Chorus] I’m a hamster in their machine Running hard so they look clean they call me “essential” when they need me to bleed We are the losers on the screen Pixel praise and paper dreams If this is importance It’s not what it seems [Verse 4] “Team like family” On a t-shirt On the wall They clap on Fridays Then watch us hit the fall They sell us futures That never fit our size A gold cage Pretty Still a cage in disguise [Chorus] I’m a hamster in their machine Running hard so they look clean They call me “essential” when they need me to bleed We are the losers on the screen Pixel praise and paper dreams If this is importance it’s not what it seems [Bridge] What if we stepped off Let the metal grind and groan Would they still name us heroes If the wheels stood alone? Maybe the losers Were holding up the throneMaybe this small life Is ours to own (ours to own) [Chorus] I’m a hamster in their machine I’m done making them look clean Keep all your “important” if it means I can’t breathe We are the losers So they say But their world stops if we walk away If this is importance We’ll write our own way we are the losers we are the losers losers losers