Participation Trophy - Whores.

I can’t live in a house on fire

The crumbs are not enough

I’ve seen the cracks left by the tracks

I’ve seen to much to trust

You can call it a trophy

I call it sorry

The hole I go head first into

Cold in my hands

The labyrinth plans

Horses for courses

It’s true

Now I’m free from damage

Shiny and new, just like you!

Sung enough to not talk heavy

Done enough to lose

Got nothing left, but dead-end friends

Grief, regret, and this bruise

You can call it a trophy

I call it only

The hole I pour my life into

Cold in my hands

The labyrinth plans

Horses for courses

It’s true

Now I’m free from damage

Shiny and new, just like you

Rotten, defiled, not gently used

Free from damage, shiny and new

Just like you

Just like you

It’s true

It’s true

It’s true

It’s true

It’s true

It’s true

It’s true

It’s true