Feel my chest expand and then lower Too many times Sunk into the couch a little slower Shut down the eyes When it's cool enough, I've got a cuddler And that's really nice Doze off through the day 'cause I don't know what To do besides No one wants to be a fuckin' loser, it's not any fun But every day, I creep a little closer to being one Morbid curiosity's a killer When it's realized If all my tunes are just a bunch of filler That's quite alright If you turn around and you face what's in the mirror Reflected sighs Where's the Candyman when you need him 'Cause I'm sick of flies No one wants to be a fuckin' loser, it's not any fun But every day, I creep a little closer to being one No one wants to be a fuckin' loser, it's not any fun But every day, I creep a little closer to being one