Aftertaste Ritual

Another day that ate us whole

Nine hours in, and running cold

We said tonight we'd cook a real meal

Fresh and slow, the way it should feel

But the fridge is bare,

the will is gone

We've got nothing left to lean on

So we open up that same old door

Where the freezer's kept the truth in store

We swore, we swore we'd do better

We swore, we swore,

not tonight

Eight o'clock and something's calling

Golden, humble, and it's alright

It's the meal of champions (the meal of champions)

Nuggets on the tray,

cheese out to the edge

It's the meal of champions

We fall, we fall together

It's the meal of champions

One box cut in careless rows

No shame in how the evening goes

We built a week on empty tanks

No one's judging, no one's ranked

Call it beige, call it whatever

We call it holding on together

Two forks, one couch,

the same old plate

Champions eat whenever,

whatever's late

We swore, we swore we'd do better

Tomorrow's list is long and bright

But right here, right now,

it's calling

Golden, humble, and it's alright

It's the meal of champions (the meal of champions)

Nuggets on the tray,

cheese out to the edge

It's the meal of champions

We fall, we fall together It's

the meal of champions

Nobody wins every night

Some nights you just get fed,

and get some rest

And get up and try again

That's still a kind of champion

It's the meal of champions (the meal of champions) It's the meal

of champions (the meal of champions)

We fall, we fall

together

It's the meal of champions (the

meal of champions) It's the meal of champions