A hierarchy
Spread out on 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
And I'll just keep my mouth shut
It shouldn't bother me no
It shouldn't 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
It shouldn't bother me no
It shouldn't
But it, but it does
It shouldn't bother me no, no
It shouldn't bother me
It shouldn't bother me no
It shouldn't no, no
It shouldn't bother me no
It shouldn't
If I speak at one constant volume at one constant pitch
At one constant rhythm
Right into your ear, you still wont hear
You still won't hear
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