Here's to the losers. Some get away, some fall behind We're not getting any younger How could I ask you to be kind? All of us failures here, we're staring down the past Where the good times rolled I get tired of living or maybe I'm just tired of who I am All I've done adds up to nothing. It's not a thing you'd plan Well thank you for making me beg Now I'd like to get out of my head Here's to the losers who have given up their ghosts Who have lost all their connections Who go missing every boat People say "Are you glad to be here? How dumb can you get?" Oh I can get that dumb I get tired of living, or maybe I'm just tired of who I am Failure blows away all your childish plans So thank you for making me beg Now I'd like to get out of my head I spent a long stretch in Dullsville just trying to get on All the lights went rushing past me. Something good, gone All of us failures we're staring down the past Where the good times rolled I get tired of living or maybe I'm just tired of who I am Tell me—are you tired of who I am? Are you tired of who I am?