Prefer to Lose
Embracing Defeat: Jarrod Dickenson's Poetic Journey through Lost Moments
Lyrics
The sun was rising as I stepped out from the alleyway
The speaker describes the sunrise as they leave an alley.
Both my bags filled with regret
The speaker carries emotional baggage and regrets in their bags.
I hailed a taxi, and proceeded to make my getaway
The speaker hails a taxi, indicating a desire to escape.
Doing the thing I do the best
The speaker engages in a familiar behavior, possibly self-destructive.
Some folks know how to win at every game
Contrasting with those who win, the speaker excels at losing.
But me, I've mastered the art of throwing it all away
The speaker has a skill for throwing away opportunities or success.
Just like I'm happiest when I sing the blues
Expressing happiness in singing the blues, implying comfort in sorrow.
Oh, I guess somewhere deep inside I just prefer to lose
The speaker reflects an inner preference for losing, possibly self-sabotage.
You were a gambler, and I played the thief again
Referring to a past relationship, the speaker portrays themselves as a thief.
I watched you place your bets on me
The partner bets on the speaker, who exploits the trust for personal gain.
You threw your chips down, but while the dice were tumbling
While the partner invests emotionally, the speaker deceives and escapes.
I robbed you blind, and fled the scene
The speaker successfully robs the partner, leaving without remorse.
Some folks know how to win at every game
Reiteration of the theme: the speaker excels in losing rather than winning.
But me, I've mastered the art of throwing it all away
The speaker is skilled at self-sabotage and discarding opportunities.
Just like I'm happiest when I sing the blues
Linking happiness to singing the blues, reinforcing a preference for sorrow.
Oh, I guess somewhere deep inside I just prefer to lose
The speaker reiterates an internal inclination toward choosing loss.
If I could fold this hand, and get a brand new set of cards
Expressing a desire for a fresh start by discarding the current situation.
I wouldn't be the thief, dear, and you wouldn't have a broken heart
If circumstances were different, the speaker could avoid causing pain.
But just like the gambler can't help but play the game
Comparing the speaker to a gambler, emphasizing an innate nature.
Oh, I cannot be a different man from the one I am today
The speaker acknowledges their inability to change who they are.
Some folks know how to win at every game
Reiteration of the theme: the speaker excels in losing rather than winning.
But me, I've mastered the art of throwing it all away
The speaker is adept at self-sabotage and squandering opportunities.
Just like I'm happiest when I sing the blues
Reinforcing the connection between happiness and embracing sadness.
Oh, I guess somewhere deep inside I just prefer to lose
Restating the internal preference for choosing loss over success.
I said I guess somewhere deep inside I just prefer to lose
Emphasizing the deep-seated preference for losing within the speaker.
Oh, I guess somewhere deep inside I just prefer to lose
Final repetition of the internal inclination to prefer losing.
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