Jaded
Ií…½ not the joker who wins your game
Whenever
Your good excuses (they) turn out lame
And Ií…½ 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 woní‹Å“ make your bed
I doní‹Å“ give a shit)
Can you do anything on your own
Without picking up the phone?
Please doní‹Å“ complicate it
I feel so jaded
Can you do anything on your own?
Hey doní‹Å“ you know
I feel so jaded
I feel so jaded
...now
I wait for the day when you come to see
That nothing
In our life ever comes for free
Because youâ-e
Sneaking through life at my expense
With an empty head and empty hands
Ií…½ so worn out
Ií…½ not the joker in your game
When your excuses turn out lame
And nothing ever comes for free
When will the lucky loser see?