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
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
