Consolation Prize
Scott Bennett
On this island, you’re the king
With heavy eyelids over eyes smeared in vaseline
I dote on your every whim
But you never got over it
It’s time to sink or swim
I’m no consolation prize
I’m no consolation prize
You’ve been ready to clean the slate
Didn’t notice passion’s expiration date
You pushed me out on the plank
But our ocean was just a tank
And I know someday I’ll thank you but
I’m no consolation prize
I’m no consolation prize
Thought I was a genius not just clever
But I’ve mistaken never as forever, forever
I’m no consolation prize
I’m no consolation prize
I’m no consolation prize
I’m no consolation prize