how do you look so goodnyou're so clever, clevernbet you know the namesnof the starsnperfect little thingnyou're a mirror movernnsee yourself in passing carsngive me what I wantnjust to stop me thinkingnI get you everything you neednyou may be mad at menbut at least it's easynthe kissing makesnthe bruises bleednndon't you know that everyonenloves a losernstanding up and falling apartnit's getting good cause everyone nloves a losernbig, sick city heartnnyou get a little sick when younspend your plasticnacting out your sticky scenenthere's no one looking nownso you suck your fingersnngot to keep them nice and cleannhow do you get away withoutnbeing noticednlooking like you've seen it allnput you in my pocket andntake you home nownput you to the wallnndon't you know that everyonenloves a losernstanding up and falling apartnit's getting good cause everyone nloves a losernbig, sick city heartnnand when you're ncrawling aroundndown on the groundnwith the people you knownin the places you goncrawling around downnon the groundnthinking it's getting goodn'cause everyonenloves a losernbig, sick city heartnndon't you know that everyonenloves a losernstanding up and falling apartnit's getting good cause everyone nloves a losernbig, sick city heartnndon't you know?