Nothing to lose.

My slate's clean
I write anew
Nothing to fear
Coz I have...
Nothing to lose.

The chalks are brittle,
they always break
The words on the slate
often fade
The handwriting's crooked
It looks ugly as hell
What's written,
even I can't tell
It makes me feel
silly as a goose
But that's okay
Coz I have...
Nothing to lose.

Broken chalk
In one hand
An eraser
In the other
Waiting to use it
If you cause me any bother
Am always looking
for an excuse
Coz I have...
Nothing to lose.

You mess things up
You ring me up
I leave it up to you
And I hang up
Don't expect me to be your
devil's advocate.
Call it karma or
Call it fate.

Call me a loner,
oh so selfish
It's childish and
I'm not proud of this
But it keeps me happy
Away from the blues
Coz I have...
Nothing to lose.

The only attachments I have
Are the ones in my folder
You think I'm not serious
You think I never was
It's not your fault coz
I always laugh it off.

I'm no Romeo
Coz you never were no fuckin' Juliet
I won't break for you a single sweat
A heart of stone I rather choose
Coz I have...
Nothing to lose.