Second best at best
You've been careless with me
What do you see that you like in that black bearded bitch?
My rusty frame, shall I fall
To an aching body always alone

I have to leave now
To get through to you
Oh, the lows of love, the lows of life, the lows of seeing a man die

I've been waiting for this
Getting you in in the bed, the bed
What do you need?
What do you like and what do you get from this
My thick shame shall I fold to my empty body

Now I have to leave this
to stick through to you
The loads of pain, the loads of lies, the loads of seeing men die
And I've been learning how to fall
I've been stopped, trapped, bought

it's been seeping through my dreams, dreams
And it's coming out in screams
Heavy hate like a bow shooting slow
Well, I've been there and I'm not scared to go back