You walk across the street
and get run over by a truck
It happens to the best of us
Even those with luck
First there comes the adrenaline rush
Then comes the real hit
You're spattered across the pavement
Thinking, this is it
I'm being metaphorical, so I don't mean it's real
It's just what happens when something bad
finally slips, and you reel
There's tears in awkward places
You discover that at work
No one bothered to design a place for crying
So you're feeling like a dork
There's sleepless nights
Trips on your break
to buy some premium Visine
Time goes on and a new plan emerges
from your psychic mist
And even if you still feel down
You know everyone takes a hit
The thing is to keep going on
take on the role of gracious loser
That's really all that's left
Now you can't be a chooser
Gradually, you become attached
to new goals, hopes and dreams
and looking back
maybe it won't be
as bad as it seemed
May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
You walk across the street
and get run over by a truck
It happens to the best of us
Even those with luck
First there comes the adrenaline rush
Then comes the real hit
You're spattered across the pavement
Thinking, this is it
I'm being metaphorical, so I don't mean it's real
It's just what happens when something bad
finally slips, and you reel
There's tears in awkward places
You discover that at work
No one bothered to design a place for crying
So you're feeling like a dork
There's sleepless nights
Trips on your break
to buy some premium Visine
Time goes on and a new plan emerges
from your psychic mist
And even if you still feel down
You know everyone takes a hit
The thing is to keep going on
take on the role of gracious loser
That's really all that's left
Now you can't be a chooser
Gradually, you become attached
to new goals, hopes and dreams
and looking back
maybe it won't be
as bad as it seemed
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