Even Trophy Boys and Girls Get the Blues Less Than Jake

[Verse 1]
Sometimes my head gets so crazy
From all this contemplating
So different from the mistakes I've been making
And tragedies we're facing

[Chorus]
So tell me, can money buy your point of view?
Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues
The things that you're haunted by, you're in so high
Inside your candy-coated life
When perfect isn't making sense
When perfect makes you sick

[Verse 2]
I'm so tired with my hands always shaking
And I've been concentrating
On how many seconds I can go without breathing
Or days I can go without feeling

[Chorus]
So tеll me again how your parents fucked you up
With traditions from thе bluest blood
The things that you're haunted by, you're in so high
Inside your candy-coated life
And perfect isn't making sense
And perfect's making you feel sick
Your life is in a constant panic
Perfect package turning tragic
Seems to make a perfect fit
Of how empty your perfect life has been