I'm not the joker who wins you game
  Whenever
  Your good exuses (they) turn out lame
  And I'm not
  Always the hand that helps you out
  Whenever
  The lucky loser runs out of luck
  
  So sit down and lean back
  Cause this might hurt a bit
  (I won't make your bed)
  I don't give a shit)
  Can you do anything on your own
  Without picking up the phone?
  Please don't complicate it
  I feel so jaded
  Can you anything on your own?
  Hey don't you know
  I feel so jaded
  I feel so jaded
  ...now
  
  I wait for the day whwn you come to see
  That nothing
  In our life ever comes for free
  Because you're
  Sneaking through life at my expense
  With a empty head and empty hands
  I'm so warm out
  I'm not the joker in your game
  When your excuses turn out lame
  And nothing ever free
  When will the lucky loser see?