Even Trophy Boys And Girls Get The Blues (iTunes Bonus Track)

(Album: In With The Out Crowd - 2006)

Sometimes my head gets so crazy
From all this contemplating
So different from the mistakes I've been making
And tragedies we're facing

So tell me, can money buy your point of view?
Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues
The things that you're haunted by, you're in so high
Inside your candy-coated life
When perfect isn't making sense
When perfect makes you sick

I'm so tired with my hands always shaking
And I've been concentrating
On how many seconds I can go without breathing
Or days I can go without feeling

So tell me again how your parents fucked you up
With traditions from the bluest blood
The things that you're haunted by, you're in so high
Inside your candy-coated life
And perfect isn't making sense
And perfect's making you feel sick
Your life is in a constant panic
Perfect package turning tragic
Seems to make a perfect fit
Of how empty your perfect life has been

I'm so tired with my hands always shaking
And I've been concentrating
So different from the mistakes I've been making
And tragedies we're facing

So tell me, can money buy your point of view?
Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues
The things that you're haunted by, you're in so high
Inside your candy-coated life
When perfect isn't making sense
When perfect's making you feel sick
Your life is in a constant panic
Perfect package turning tragic
Seems to make a perfect fit
Of how empty your perfect life has been