A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance

A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut

A cracking portrait
The fondling and the trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury?

A sore winner
And I'll just keep my mouth shut

It shouldn't bother me, no, it shouldn't, no, no
It shouldn't bother me, no, it shouldn't
But it does

The small victories
The cankers and medallions
The little nothings
They keep me thinking that someday

I might beat you
But I'll just keep my mouth shut

It shouldn't bother me, no, it shouldn't, no, no
It shouldn't bother me, no, it shouldn't
But it does

It shouldn't bother me, no, no
It shouldn't bother me

It shouldn't bother me, no, it shouldn't, no, no
It shouldn't bother me, no, it shouldn't

If I speak at one constant volume
At one constant pitch
At one consonant rhythm
Right into your ear

You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear

You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear