Like a trophy collecting dust on your shelf
I've been made into a symbol or a part of your wealth
I'm the type that you like to hoard and keep in your vault
Only to be removed when you feel like it might be your fault
And that's a start but a start doesn't win a race
Keeping pace not saving face is what brings us closer to embrac-ing
What we've never had before
When I was a child at least I got to peak through the crack in the door
And catch a glimpse of the people that I used to adore
But all I heard was the screeching sound of a family tore
Apart, the seams seem so loud when they rip
That they wake me from my dreams just to slip
Into reoccurring nightmares
I'm fetching pales of water just to keep the witches out of my hair
Just to compare
Waking is like sleeping either way you're never there

I'm a record of your accomplishment
Now that you've finished you can forget
Am I just a record of your accomplishment?
No feeding no seeing no work needed jobs done
In this scene you recognize where you're standing in the son

One out of three isn't bad - When you're aiming for mediocre
But with a target pad - The size of a 2 story house
You could be shooting blindly - And as long as physics persist
Your targets will never be lonely - The wounds will prove you know they exist
With tennis balls flying back and forth across the court
I wonder if this is all we can communicate I wish I had a witty retort
Maybe hey how about them Phillies? No that wouldn't work
Or how about if you're commander likes your report does it earn you some perks?
And all this lurks in my mind as you fulfill your obligation
I wondered how I became a job instead of a happy destination
Who knows, it's not like your famous for vocalizations
Yeah I guess I could ask, reverse the accusations
But an answer's not a solution it just makes you feel guilty
When you hand your motivation a dollar and it just returns you some change
And I don't want the dirty coins it just makes my hands filthy
I guess I'm all or nothing, my OCD's really not that strange

I'm a record of your accomplishment
Now that you've finished you can forget
Am I just a record of your accomplishment?
No feeding no seeing no work needed jobs done
In this scene you recognize where you're standing in the son

And I don't really have it that bad I haven't been abused or molested
There are millions who have it worse but my functionality is still being tested
So I won't cry at a funeral I won't cheer when I win
I'll be content to give solace through a stupid little grin
Don't expect to hear "I love you" or receive a handshake that's not awkward
That's just not how I work you're lucky if I even say a word
My reaction to a wedding is to think to myself "how nice for them"
But I won't dance with the bride or offer a hug for congratulations
And I can sense this history repeating I've gotten too used to the cold
Distance acts like a close friend I use the excuse that it makes me bold
When in reality I'm just jealous of every sleeve that wears a heart
Like bullseyes waiting on sharpened darts accepting punctures as a place to start
And maybe
This is Darwin telling me this blood's the weakest link
Just maybe
These trophies should be melted and made into jewelry for those in sync

I'm a record of your accomplishment
Now that you've finished you can forget
Am I just a record of your accomplishment?
No feeding no seeing no work needed jobs done
In this scene you recognize where you're standing in the son