Trophy by Anonymous are lyrics written about struggling with depression and loss. The author emphasizes the frustration of wanting these feelings to end, by comparing it to “winning,” as depression is described as a battle. The loss that is being felt is likely due to a loved one taking their life as indicated in the second stanza. The phrases focus on the impact on the author, what it is like to deal with the outcome as time goes on.

Trophy

I’ll match the ticking on the clock to triggers and hairlines

I’m running out of chambers just like petals trying to figure out if she loves me or not

And is it really roulette if you already know the outcome?

Keep me on your mantlepiece just like a trophy that way I know what I’ve won

My legs have started to cave every time I try and get out of bed

My eyes keep getting weaker everytime I look at your face

and my head hasn’t stopped spinning since you decided that was my fate

I know I could just get better if I stop shooting myself in the foot

Again, it’s another night spent out of my head

running in circles just to find my way back home

calling up doctors just to see if this will end

Reading Bukowski thinking I’m better while losing myself all over again

I’ll match the ticking on the clock to triggers and hairlines

I’m running out of chambers just like petals trying to figure out if she loves me or not

And is it really roulette if you already know the outcome?

Keep me on your mantlepiece just like a trophy. Please just let me win.

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