Pyrrhic Victory

So maybe (maybe, maybe)
Maybe (maybe, maybe)

So maybe you couldn’t save me
Maybe you couldn’t ease
The thorns that burst from my skull in the night
Got blood in my eyes and you turned off the light
I can’t even blame you anymore

Bittersweet victory caught in our throats
It stuck like a peach pit and hurt and we choked
We wondered if we’d ever feel again
How had it come to be that this was the end
It never really felt like winning when I saw your face

We’ve only got ourselves to blame
The cannons, they fall
And they rust in the rain
The day still spins
Despite complaints
But you won’t feel the same

I’ll sing out your praises if you can uphold
The glory inherent to all condemned souls
Breathe in the crystalline cold of the night
It’s upwards or westwards or nothing or right
This grave is not my own, not today

We’ve only got ourselves to blame
The cannons, they fall
And they rust in the rain
The day still spins
Despite complaints
But you won’t feel the same