Losing Ground

Why are there always Rizzlers?
Why are there never Filters
In my cupboard?
I’m at the starting line
I’m jumping the gun this time
Oh I’ve got a feeling
No this is not the same
Is the ground simply opening
In this fight
I think I’m losing ground
Find me some loaded dice
Why is luck never on my side
In this fight
I think I’m losing
Yes I’m losing
But I’m feeling fine
Why are they always leaving
And leaving my heart bleeding
I don’t need it
Come with me on a plane
We’re going on holiday and
I’ve got a feeling
No this is not the same
Is the ground simply opening
In this fight
I think I’m losing ground
Find me some loaded dice
Why is luck never on my side
In this fight
I think I’m losing
Yes I’m losing
But I’m feeling fine
I’m on the firing line
I’m leaving this all behind me
I’m going fishing
I need some peace and quiet
I need to change my diet
I’m on a mission
No this is not the same
Is the ground simply opening
In this fight
I think I’m losing ground
Find me some loaded dice
Why is luck never on my side
In this fight
I think I’m losing
Yes I’m losing
But I’m feeling fine