Lyrics Trophy Scars

Trophy Scars

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At 6 AM I was counting large stacks of cash- you were feasting on the body of an angel in a taxi cab

Though the driver was scared, we paid him not to care

Cheers to our youth and the heavens and our reckless past

At 3 PM we were full and asleep back at home on our leather couch

We woke at 9, took a shower, I watched you dress, I helped you button up your bright blue blouse

I ask you “What's your favorite state?” You shed a tear and say “Not tonight.”

“So what you wanna do babe?” You roll your eyes and say “Not tonight.”

And I think of your face, years ago on Easter day

How you looked at my face when we went dancing in the pouring rain