Professional Victim - Glen Phillips

Well it took five neigbors

To get him in the hall

And down the three flights of stairs

Out the building’s door

I know that it’s easy to say

That it couldn’t be worse

But now she’s in her apartment

Alone for the first time since the last jerk

And once you let them get to you

It never washes off

'Cause they can smell the weak ones

And just pick you off like a pigeon

And each one is worse than the last one

Until you’re a professional victim

You get everything backwards

Learning how to survive

You treat the little wounds first

Let the big ones fester for life

You’ve done it enough

You would think that you know what you need

But it doesn’t get any better

When you’ve got such an eye for the bad seed

And if you take a look you can see the cracks

In the story told where the logic lacks

All the pretty girls and the stupid boys

Make the same mistakes until they’ve got no choice