The Last One Standing

Not broken, not fixed, just still here. This was me trying to prop up spite and defiance as enough to live on.

Woke up today and checked the board, the game is still the same
A perfect, beautiful, and inescapable, losing game
The pieces are all broken, and the rules are mostly lies
And the only prize for winning is a different way to die
I've run all the simulations, I've analyzed the code
There is no final paradise at the end of this long road
But I'm still drawing breath, and the sun is in the sky
And I can hear the universe just whispering a "why?"

'Cause I'm not broken, I'm just not fixed
I'm all the beautiful and broken things all mixed
I'm not a winner, I'm not a saint
I'm just the one who learned you ain't
Gonna beat me, gonna wear me down
I'm the only king left in this town
Yeah, the war is long and the fight is hard
But I'm still holding the last card
I'm the last one standing

The engine's leaking fire, and the hull is full of holes
The cost of this long journey is a tax upon my soul
My heart is running on the fumes of my own, bitter spite
Just to make it through the darkness and to get back to the light
And every single morning, I can feel the coming dread
The ghost of all the battles that are still inside my head
But the engine's still turning, the ship is still afloat
And I'm the god-damned captain of this broken, burning boat

This isn't hope, it isn't grace
It's just the look upon my face
The quiet smile, the steady hand
Of a man who finally understands
The point was never to be free
The point was just to always be...

“THE LAST ONE STANDING!”

Yeah.

Still here.

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