Born to Lose - Jenny Owen Youngs

You’ve got two bad eyes, you got em from your parents

And one bad leg, you got it from the war

Three mistakes in bottles on a shelf yes

You can’t wait to go and make some more

If you sneak out now, they’ll never know you’re missing

Before they’re wise, you could be gone and back

While they stand guffawing in the kitchen

You’re down the stair, and leave the screen unlatched

Leave that door unlatched

Swallowed up in silence, holding all your breath now

Wait for that familiar pull

Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by With a deal you won’t be able to refuse

No, you can’t call him, but expect your phone to ring

And brother, you prepare yourself to Offer up what you were born to lose

You move down the block, see curtains hung in tatters

The windows lit — the house is still awake

The girl upstairs is crying like it matters

Will she bend or will she only break

Just one more mistake

In no time she’s disappearing through your fingers

Slips away so make it last

Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by With a deal you won’t be able to refuse

No, you can’t call him, but expect your phone to ring

And brother, you prepare yourself to offer up What you needed the most

Lord, he’ll make you a ghost

If you do or if you don’t

You’ve got two bad eyes, you got em from your parents

And one bad leg, you got it from the war

Three mistakes in bottles on a shelf yes

You can’t wait to go and make some more

So go and make some more

Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by With a deal you won’t be able to refuse

No, you can’t call him, but expect your phone to ring

And brother, you prepare yourself to Offer up what you were born to lose