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