So I was reading the perks of being a Wallflower, and Charlie, very offhandedly, mentioned something about how some kids are their parents’ trophies. It really stuck with me, and so now I have a song about it. I didn’t put the chords with the lyrics this time, but if you want them: Verse is G Em C D, Chorus is Em C G D and the Bridge repeats twice, with the chords being Em D G C. I hope you enjoy!

Oh I’ll sit…
in the trophy room
Surrounded by others
Like me

And we’ll watch
As they polish us
Then drop the rags at
Our feet

Just watch us
Held up in our parents arms
Not with love but to show us off
To show off that golden sheen of mine
Broken hearted, standing still
We’ve got expectations to fulfill
Polish us until us trophies shine

And we know
We work too damn hard
To stand on shelves all
Day

But we know
There’s no talking back
Just go where
They say

Just watch us
Held up in our parents arms
Not with love but to show us off
To show off that golden sheen of mine
Broken hearted, standing still
We’ve got expectations to fulfill
Polish us until us trophies shine

Oh we’re not trophies
Not golden

Just watch us
Held up in our parents arms
Not with love but to show us off
To show off that golden sheen of mine
Broken hearted, standing still
We’ve got expectations to fulfill
Polish us until us trophies shine