Blacking Out

I’d be kidding myself to think that I’d be any used to you at all
Tell me something I don’t know
Just another notch in your belt is all that I would end up being, so
Tell me something I don’t know
Any lesson you’ve learned
Is gone in the moment
You know you’ll probably get burned
But here you go like you own it
And you give it all that you’re worth
Make it loud in hopes that you’re heard
With your deepest cuts just strewn and spilling out
With a little finesse I might have wound up somewhere better than the floor
Tell me something I don’t know
I’m a bit of a mess, but tucked in, brushed off, I look somewhat like before
Tell me something I don’t know
Any lesson you’ve learned
Is gone again with the moment
You call her name and she turns
You know you’ve already blown it
Still you give it all that you’re worth
Say it loud in hopes that you’re heard
With your deepest cuts just strewn and spilling out
And you know that you’ll never win
So you take your lumps on the chin
And you’re still smiling as you’re blacking out
Woo-hoo, Whoa-whoa
And you give it all that you’re worth
Make it loud in hopes that you’re heard
With your deepest cuts just strewn and spilling out
‘Cause you know that you’ll never win
So you drop your hands and you grin
And you’re still smiling as you’re blacking out
Woo-hoo, Whoa-whoa,
Woo-hoo, Whoa-whoa,
Woo-hoo, Whoa-whoa…