Fake trophy, it doesn't mean anything to me. It hangs upon the shelf, it reminds me of nothing else. But you, you cannot cling to it. It cannot wait for you, you brought it here and you cannot take it with you.
Endure love, endure love. Holding it is hard but letting go could make it worse.
The curtains shake and then repent, the door replaced haven't been since. The shelf is gone, waking is the second step. You fell asleep, you fell asleep in the back seat. We were brothers then, now we're indifferent.