Текст песни Ain’t Too Good At Losing - Dylan LeBlanc

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