The Losing Game

I'm falling again
Forgive me, darling
I'm not strong enough to hold my own
Against myself

Beside myself
Ahead of myself
Ask Alice, she'll know what this means

I'm lost
Did you know that?
And somehow, every time you find me
I feel like I''m fading, slipping through your fingers
Blurring into the dark

I had no beginning
But I feel like the End
Falling back on razors
(But I'm still Lost and Losing, don't you remember?
And those sort of cuts never helped a soul)

How did I get so twisted
Safe and guilty in your eyes

Cover me
Make me forget
Lose me in your eyes
Lose me in your heart, your arms
Lose me in your mind

Because I think I might be losing mine

The End

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