Wake Up Hungry (“Trophies” Acoustic Version)

She couldn’t count all her lovers turned friends

But we lit it on up and it burned at both ends

I played this guitar

She harmonized

I thought we’d sing history

But we prophesied

That I’d know how it feels to be one of those toys

Just a page in a book with the names of the boys

And the candles consume while the darkness devours

But somehow we’re waking up hungry

A new pair of shoes

On the town with some guy

Just another poor victim

To put in that lineup

On top of her shelf with her trophies and things

Bookmarks and houseplants and Super Bowl rings

And he’ll know how it feels to be one of those toys

Just a page in a book with the names of the boys

And the candles consume while the darkness devours

But somehow we’re waking up hungry

You know I was taking it all in

Out the corner of my eye

Tried to loosen my fingers and let my ego die

And we’ll know how it feels to be one of those toys

Just a page in a book with the names of the boys

And the candles consume while the darkness devours

But somehow we’re waking up hungry

You know I was taking it all in

Out the corner of my eye

Tried to loosen my fingers and let my ego die