Losing the Game

Funny how you can feel like you're living to lose But when asked who is winning you can't say who Hey we've all been chasing the same damn thing But gratification is fleeting Over a bowl of oats gone cold You saw through the scam And then you saw your Self in all its desperation Flailing around on the floor You studied the rules While you were in school Ain't your fault you bought the game they sold you At the time, it was all that was offered