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
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 does!

The small victories
The cankers and medallions
The little nothings
That 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!
(It shouldn’t bother me, no
It shouldn’t, no, no)
It. Shouldn’t. Bother me!
(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 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
You still won’t hear