Lyrics Participation Trophy - Whores.

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
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