The Apartments - Thank You for Making Me Beg Songtexte

Here's to the losers
Some get away, some fall behind
We're not getting any younger
All that I ask you is to be kind

All these failures, we're staring down the past
Where the good times roll
I get tired of living
Or maybe I'm just tired of who I am

Failure blows away all your childish plans
But thank you for making me beg
Now I'd love to get out of my head

Here's to the losers
Who have given up their ghosts
Who lost all their connections
Who go missing every boat

People say "glad to be here"
Now don't get in here
I can't get that done

I get tired of living
At the same old scene
Fame and fortune
They're killing me
But thank you for making me beg
Now I'd love to get out of my head

I had a long stretch dozing
I was trying to get off
All the lights went rushing past me
Something good, gone

All these failures, we're staring down the past
Where the good times roll
I get tired of living
Or maybe I'm just tired of who I am

Failure blows away all your childish plans
But thank you for making me beg
Now I'dIove to get out of my head
I get tired