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 proofs
That it was ever alive
This purchased rebellion has been outdated
Denounced and rescinded and left to die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
I begged you not to go
I begged you
I pleaded
Claimed you as my only hope nd watched the floor as you retreated

Hope has sprung a perfect dive
perfect day
perfect lie
slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat

This purchased rebellion has been outdated
Denounced and rescinded and left to die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
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
As you boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who will listen
While you’re left with nothing tangible to gain