tiny muscle 
work your magic 
now the party's done
it's a long haul but you can do it 
you're a natural
no more trophies 
as the consolation fantasy
like a nervous random stranger at a gloryhole
at a gloryhole
while i'm evolving from a child to an aging child
you're maturing from a memory to a legacy
not complaining
living better in a time capsule
no more trophies
no more falsified identities
we never talked on a cellular telephone…
we never talked
we never