A hierarchy
 Spread out on the nightstand
 The spirit of team
 Salvation is another chance
 
 A sore loser
 Yelling with my mouth shut
 
 A cracking portrait
 The fondling of trophies
 The null of losing
 Can you afford that luxury?
 
 A sore winner
 But I'll just keep my mouth shut
 
 It shouldn't bother me, no, it shouldn't, no, no
 It shouldn't bother me, no, it shouldn't,
 But it does
 
 The small victories
 The cankers and medallions
 The little nothings
 They keep me thinking that someday
 
 I might beat you
 But I'll just keep my mouth shut
 
 It shouldn't bother me, no, it shouldn't, no, no
 It shouldn't bother me, no, it shouldn't,
 But it does
 
 If I speak at one constant volume
 At one constant pitch
 At one consonant rhythm
 Right into your ear,
 You still won't hear
 You still won't hear
 You still won't hear
 You still won't hear
 You still won't hear
 You still won't hear
 You still won't hear