Competition - Dick Diver

We wake up wanting to be Tonya Harding

Out of, out of, competition

I hear on the TV

The glamour’s everything

It feels like, it feels right, competition

I remember names, ex-household names

One day it’s

European scenes, seriously then it’s sans ideas, sans ideas

And no one knows the difference

I mean you say, this is nice, I like it

Even hey, that’s your best work yet

And you see yourself saying this, you see yourself saying this

Is this the difference?

You want to obtain a lobby of graves

For ever present, competition

The further the hills are

The lighter the car load

It feels right, it feels right