No Me Despaches Asi

Thick night last night and it's forty-three.
No one beats me at this losing game.
I lose mornings, I lose my hair, I lose at foosball,
just in front of the goal, I tangled my feet again. That's why.
Don't brush me off like that.
Don't brush me off like that.
It's been four lifetimes since I've been what I'll be,
I have a devil's offer for the next three.
And I swear the unspeakable when the wine runs out.
And I travel as a stowaway in the van of my last faith. That's why.
Don't brush me off like that.
Don't brush me off like that.
Today when there's not an ounce of mercy left,
Today when loneliness knocks us down,
take me to the outskirts of your hips,
I'm so thin from rolling and rolling.
Don't brush me off like that.
Don't brush me off like that.