Trophy X Lyrics

A Midas touch that makes you flushed and swollen

A motivated man to make the earth feel small

Captured under bars that aren't too hard to swallow

You still praying to the patron saint of Adderall

You said you wished that you were nobody's mother

You said a union served to show you what you lacked

You said that I deserved more than a litany of sorries

Then apologized and jerked the dagger from my back

I get why

Beneath the crushing heaviness of dereliction

A vanished blush and beauty leaves a soul bereft

I burned your photos, slashed the pillowcases, smashed mementos

Demolished everything till there was nothing left

I have a fantasy where nobody grieves you

"I didn't really mean to," reads your epitaph

A bottomless abyss awaits an ugly morsel

But you're the only hole that cut the kids in half

I get why

You're on his candy arm.

Sweet tooth and a candy arm

Sweet tooth and a candy arm

Sick truth and a trophy arm

When you've reduced your life to just a treasury of trophies

How can you think that you'll be seen kind or sincere

You've got your status, got your gun, you got what passes for family

Your little boss, your little bit, your little profiteer.

How can you steel yourself when you've been abandoned

Unforgiving as the steps you left your children on

And though the flame in you long has since been extinguished

Just for me you only left another noxious gaslight on

I get why

You're on his candy arm.

Sweet tooth and a candy arm

In your borrowed shoes, all those wasted miles

Sweet tooth and a candy arm

In your borrowed shoes, all those wasted miles

Sick truth and a trophy arm

A modern life deserves a modern lie