Thank You for Making Me Beg - The Apartments

Thank you For Making Me Beg
Here’s to the losers. Some get away, some fall behind
We’re not getting any younger
How could I ask you to be kind?
All of us failures here, we’re staring down the past
Where the good times rolled
I get tired of living or maybe I’m just tired of who I am
All I’ve done adds up to nothing.
It’s not a thing you’d plan
Well thank you for making me beg
Now I’d like to get out of my head
Here’s to the losers who have given up their ghosts
Who have lost all their connections
Who go missing every boat
People say “Are you glad to be here? How dumb can you get?”
Oh I can get that dumb
I get tired of living, or maybe I’m just tired of who I am
Failure blows away all your childish plans
So thank you for making me beg
Now I’d like to get out of my head
I spent a long stretch in Dullsville just trying to get on
All the lights went rushing past me.
Something good, gone
All of us failures we’re staring down the past
Where the good times rolled
I get tired of living or maybe I’m just tired of who I am
Tell me—are you tired of who I am?
Are you tired of who I am?