Pale Blue Ribbon

There's no prize for winning this race No prize for winning this race So what's the hurry in the first place? No prize for winning this race No prize for winning this race So why you running off to first base? It's supposed to hurt sometimes And we lick these wounds together Stand up, we're fine It's ok to need sometimes And I'll be your hand, your bender Your middle finger 'Cause I want your real life moments I wanna taste your pain And I wanna see your war face on that day You get no prize for winning this race No prize for winning this race So why you hurry in the first place? We're supposed to bleed sometimes And we make these scars together They fade, tears dry Bones will break and realign There is your crutch you've leaned on Now stretch out and move on 'Cause I want your real life moments I wanna taste your pain And I wanna see your war face on that day At this rate, you'll get there before I do And I'll be there before long Slow down and let's walk it out together Loser's strong