The Good Fight - Dashboard Confessional

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 it was ever alive

This purchased rebellion has been outbidded

Denounced and rescinded and left to die championless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

Hope has sprung a perfect dive

A perfect day, a perfect lie

A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat

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

Basking in your victory, hollow and alone

You boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who’ll listen

While you’re left with nothing tangible to gain