medalsnnnnwell it's always been such a contest with you.nnthe score is never final til you say we're through.nnand i built you a pair of wings, and onward you flew,nnand now every so often i get a small bit of news.nnnnbut i'm tired of chasing medals.nni'll never run as fast as you backpedal.nnnnand a few years after the games have passed,nnyou sit there watching your gold,nnand i'm not so sure the silver and bronzennaren't just for the audience at homennand i resign myself to the distancennthe million laps it would take to reach where you sitnnthe salt in my eyes and my weak jello heartnnand i wonder if it's even worth it.nnnnwell there are some dreams that you'll never capturennthey loom over your head and they block out the sunnnand you stare at them, enraptured.nnnnand that's how you fell out of love with mennand in love with higher staturennand your friends shook their heads and saidnnboy, you'd better hurry and catch hernnnncause she's tired of chasing medals.nnshe'll never run as fast as you backpedal.nnnnand a few years after the games have passed,nnyou sit there watching your gold,nnand i'm not so sure the silver and bronzennaren't just for the audience at homennand i resign myself to the distancennthe million laps it would take to reach where you sitnnthe salt in my eyes and my weak jello heartnnand i wonder if it's even worth it.nnnnand i'm tired of chasing medals.nni'll never run as fast as you backpedal.nnnnand a few years after the games have passed,nnyou sit there watching your gold,nnand i'm not so sure the silver and bronzennaren't just for the audience at homennand i resign myself to the distancennthe million laps it would take to reach where you sitnnthe salt in my eyes and my weak jello heartnnand i wonder if it's even worth it.