All my bronze has peeled right off
The third best medal lost it all
No booze to blame, no downhill climb
Its only Blaine, its only mine
No song of joy, no right deed done
I lost it all and Im the one
Im better than no worse yet still
Hypocrisy, chose to die on hills
I am no man I am no boy
I am no fun I am no toy
I was beat and used had all excuse
To be in third Id always lose
So give up on me you will in time
I chickened out when I had won
To leave with all or less than some
I gave up on myself, it wasnt hard
And now Im a worthless penny jar
Why cant you see who I have hurt
All the friends I left lost in dirt
To hope we'd die when we were four
Because I can not be responsible for what is irredeemable
Freedom is a chore
Let loose the legs Ive hugged
Let loose the hearts Ive tugged
End my misery of train of thought
Cut my sinful arms right off
Make all thats guilty go away
Make all who love me please just stay
Remove their doubts remove my own
Remove my eyes and my foul nose
Just scrape the rest of me right off
And sell it for a better friend
