Participation Trophy

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 [Chorus] 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 I'm full of horror It’s true Now I’m free from damage Shiny and new, just like you Smart enough to not talk heavy Dumb enough to lose Got nothing left but dead-end friends Grief, regret, and this bruise [Chrous] 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 Ghosts tomorrow 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