For Esme

Seems the competition is sweet like a slap in the face

This is a 3-legged race

It was your meanness that told us you might have legs

Your spine keeps getting in the way

You're a fool to think they care what you think

In this pond some rise, some sink

And which one are you, you budding star, you?

Too dark for shopping malls, no hooks, no leads at all

Never trust an artist who tells you he has a choice

You can't run faster than your voice

Sing your life despite the spite it may bring

It's your life to write, so sing

Just bring the drama

Shameless and crawling

Over glass and underground

Esme needs her story now

So don't break down

Don't break down