James Russell - Elgin Lyrics

Must've been half past midnight And the bloodshot in my eye
You could see from a mile away On the other end of that line
I was losing my whole life
She was crying, had nothing to say
Then three twenty-something assholes
Didn't know what they'd asked for
When they stepped up and got in my face
And the bouncer threw me out
On the snow-covered ground
Cut my lip just enough for me to taste
Was you born to lose?
Did your mother gift you misery?
And all the hurt you knew
Oh, what a hell of a trajectory
Well, the city stole your soul on the way to California
You were wasted come the morning sunrise
And everything you'd ever touch
And all the woman that you loved Was just something that was sentenced to die
Then you try to be a good man and you think back to them flatlands
When the yearning was still burning in your eyes
But now it's cold out here in Elgin
In the right pocket of my jacket There's a bottle and a match kit
To burn every written letter from her
Not sure which would do me in
Her brown eyes or Jameson
But I'm chasing one after the other to make sure
Stumbling out into the night Under foreign city lights
Only twenty with a heart full of hurt
And you're a long ways from home now
Alone in some bar crowd
And the blood from your mouth's now stained your shirt
Was you born to lose?
Did your mother gift you misery?
And all the hurt you knew
Oh, what a hell of a trajectory
Well, the city stole your soul
On the way to California
You were wasted come the morning sunrise
And everything you'd ever touch
And all the woman that you loved Was just something that was sentenced to die
Then you try to be a good man and you think back to them flatlands
When the yearning was still burning in your eyes
But now it's cold out here in Elgin
So say goodbye, say goodbye Say goodbye, say goodbye
Say goodbye to all tomorrows Nothing will ever be the same
You're clawing at a past life to make you feel a way
You wish someone would hold you and tell you it's okay
But you're way too f*cked up now and you can't stand up straight
Now you're looking in a mirror Go on and tell me what you see
A picture of an old you a promise of a dream
You swore that you'd be different You swore that you would change
Now you're face down on the pavement
Only held by your mistakes
Was your born to lose? Did your mother gift you misery?
What a shame you're through With a mind heavy as a century