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Denounced and rescinded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

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Denounced and rescinded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

Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory, hollow and alone
To boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who'll listen
While you're left with nothing tangible to gain