Consolation Prize
I came to you,
My conscience clean,
Blood on my knees.
The moral of the story
Is don't walk away again.
I called you out,
To see my bow,
Our final scene.
The moral of the story
Is don't look away again,
To find a better conversation.
I saw you there,
Your friends aware,
Without a care.
The moral of the story
Is don't lie to me again
To find a better conversation,
So I can be your consolation prize
I ran away
To stand my ground,
Look what I found.
The moral of the story
Is don't walk away again,
To find a better conversation,
So I can be your consolation prize.
To find a better conversation,
No, I'll never be your consolation prize.