Losers

Only losers go to school
I taught myself how to move
I’m not the type to count on you
Because stupid’s next to: I love you

No? So what can you show me
That my heart don’t know already?
We make our own sense
And you’re qualified to me
What can you show me
That my heart don’t know already?
We make our own sense
And you’re qualified
And you’re qualified

Only losers go to school
They can’t teach what they can’t prove
Come put this inside a test-tube
Because stupid’s next to: I love you

So what can you show me
That my heart don’t know already?
We make our own sins
You’re qualified to me
What can you show me
That my heart don’t know already?
We make our own sense
You’re qualified to

And you’re qualified

And now that we’re all grown up
Who do we owe it to?
And now that we’ve gone this far
Who do we owe it all to?
We did it all alone
No we’re coming for the throne
We did it all alone
No we’re coming for the throne
And now that we all came up
Do we lose? Do we lose?

So what can you show
That my heart don’t know already?
Cause we make our own sense
And you’re qualified to me
What can you show me
That my heart don’t know already?
Because we make our own sense
And you’re qualified to me
And you’re qualified