Ain't Too Good At Losing

I think too much

In the morning when i wake up

From them shadows of doubt

I can`t run

For the worse or the better

Like a loaded gun

Like a feather i`m falling

So lightely to the ground

Oh and god, i`m so lost

Just hoping to be found

And if misery was the ocean

I would`ve already drowned

Well i`ve been holding out for a lover

That`s never gonna come

But there ain`t, ain`t no other

That i think i could love

Honey i ain`t too good at losing

But i give up