Too Late The Hero Hold Your Applause
I know what you'll find when you look at me.
All that nasty, itching apprehension took root and paralyzed me.
If I could wrap myself up in your confidence, it’d just come back dirty.
Make sure you meet every single eye. No stranger to pity here.
Eyes up, eyes up, after all you know it’s why we’re here.
Hold your applause, let me introduce myself: I’m the second favorite, as a consolation.
Gentlemen, prepare yourselves. I’m God’s second favorite. I did this all to myself.
‘Such a waste, such a shameful waste of potential,’ they say.
Well, at least that makes two of us who don’t know what I’m capable of.
That’s all I am. I’m God’s second favorite.
I know what you'll find when you look at me.
All that nasty, itching apprehension took root and paralyzed me.
If I could wrap myself up in your confidence, it’s coming back.
I’ll hold my breath. You hold me under until it means something.
