The Best

You should be the trophy light

But be careful with your prejudice and spite

The small little drip on the strip tells me that you're alright

I put my hand on your heart so you won't feel so uptight

But we bleed and we walk to the stars on the block

We fall on the ground lying on our backs

And we think that we are the best, the best

but we're not, there's so many, better than you and me

I think about us when they tell me to feel

I ask myself the question again, are you real