Consolation Prize

I came to you,

My conscience clean,

Blood on my knees.

The moral of the story

Is don't walk away again.

I called you out,

To see my bow,

Our final scene.

The moral of the story

Is don't look away again,

To find a better conversation.

I saw you there,

Your friends aware,

Without a care.

The moral of the story

Is don't lie to me again

To find a better conversation,

So I can be your consolation prize

You ran away

To stand your ground,

Look what I found.

The moral of the story

Is don't walk away again,

To find a better conversation,

So I can be your consolation prize.

To find a better conversation,

No, I'll never be your consolation prize