You're everybody's second home 

Always trying to get me alone 

An easy way to lose it all 

Always there when all else fails 

Over by the west side rails 



But I don't really need that now 

I never really did anyhow 

I only really needed alcohol 

Something that'll treat me okay 

And wouldn't say the things you'd say 



Please turn out the light 

I get a sick confusion headache trying to figure out who's right 



Dreaming on the silver strand 

Waking up to plainclothes man 

You little bastard, little boy in blue 

Someone's gonna get to you 

And fuck up everything you do 



He's so unhappy inside 

He's serious with everyone 

And he thinks he'll win you with his angry kiss 

Acting like he has no needs 

Wanting you to watch him bleed 



Made for each other bet you pay me any mind 

Just goes to show my continual decline 

They say that I'll recover my love of her once in a while 

But I don't know 

I don't think so... 



There's something that I'll tell you now 

Now that no one else is around 

The sort of lesson that I learned from you 

Not quite the way you planned 

But I know you'll understand 



Someone takes a photograph 

A picture while their sweetheart laughs 

A perfect moment in a flash of light 

Counting back from 3 to 1 

That's exactly what you've done 



And I'm so unsurprised 

I remember, I remember why I dream in black & white 



Goes to show my continual decline 

They say that I'll recover my love of her once in a while 

But I don't know 

I don't think so 

I don't think so...