The Mock Heroic - Backing Dead Horses lyrics
Claim all champions confess.
I peaked at bored and distracted.
Assert slumped shoulders read: "I always gave it my best".
Carved a body, a temple.
Grew skin as a tomb.
Sailing heart sunk into a family line accepted as the shattered sum of "this is all I have".
Youth, privilege, security; this is all I have.