Even Trophy Boys and Girls Get the Blues

Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all this contemplating
so different from the mistakes I've been makin'
and tragedies we're facing

So tell me can money buy your point of view
even trophy boys and girls sing the blues
the things that you're haunted by
bein' so high inside your candy-coated life
and perfect isn't making sense
when perfect makes you sick

I'm so tired of my hands always shaking
and I've been concentrating
y'on how my seconds I can go without breathing
or days I can go without feeling

So tell me again, how your parents fucked you up
with traditions from their bluest blood

The things that you're haunted by
bein' so high inside your candy coated life
and perfect isn't making sense
when perfect's making you feel sick
your life is in a constant panic
perfect package turning tragic
seems to make your perfect fit
with how empty your perfect life has been

I'm so tired of my hands always shaking
and I've been concentrating
so different from the mistakes I've been making
and tragedies we're facing

So tell me can money buy your point of view
even trophy boys and girls sing the blues
the things that you're haunted by
bein' so high inside your candy coated life
when perfect isn't making sense
when perfect's making you feel sick
your life is in a constant panic
perfect package turning tragic
seems to make your perfect fit
with how empty your perfect life has been

Appears On:

In With the Out Crowd (itunes release only)

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