The Good Fight

Consider the odds, consider the obvious

The martyr is meaningless, the campaign has died

In the planning stages and the fallen faces are the singular proof

That it was ever alive

This purchased rebellion has been outbidded

Denounced and rescinded and left to die

Championless, championless, championless



I begged you not to go

I begged you

I pleaded

Claimed you as my only hope

And watched the floor as you retreated

I begged you not to go

I begged you

I pleaded

Claimed you as my only hope

And watched the floor as you retreated



Hope has sprung a perfect dive

A perfect day

A perfect lie

A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat



This purchased rebellion has been outbidded

Denounced and rescinded and left to die

Championless, championless, championless



I begged you not to go

I begged you

I pleaded

Claimed you as my only hope

And watched the floor as you retreated

I begged you not to go

I begged you

I pleaded

Claimed you as my only hope

And watched the floor as you retreated



Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?

Basking in your victory, hollow and alone

While you boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who'll listen

While you're left with nothing tangible to gain