Unloved Jann Arden

There will be no consolation prize
This time the bone is broken clean
No baptism, no reprise
And no sweet taste of victory

All the stars have fallen from the sky
And everything else in between
Satellites have closed their eyes
The moon has gone to sleep

Unloved, unloved
Unloved, unloved

Here I am inside a hotel
Choking on a million words I said
Cigarettes have burned a hole
And dreams are drunk and penniless

Here I am inside my father's arms
All jagged-bone and whiskey-dry
Whisper to me sweetly now
And tell me I will never die

Unloved, unloved
Unloved, unloved