A hierarchy
spread out
upon the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking portrait
The fondling of trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury
A sore winner
But I'll just
keep my mouth shut
It shouldn't
bother me no
It shouldn't
No no no
It shouldn't
bother me no
It shouldn't
but it does
The small victories
The cankers and medallions
The little nothings
They keep me thinking
that someday
I might beat you
but I'll just keep my
mouth shut
It shouldn't
bother me no
It shouldn't
No no no
It shouldn't
bother me no
It shouldn't
but it but it does
It shouldn't
bother me
no no no
It shouldn't
bother me
It shouldn't
bother me no
It shouldn't
No no no
It shouldn't
bother me no
It shouldn't
I speak
at one constant volume
At one constant pitch
At one constant rhythm
right into your ear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear