The impact, the aftershave, the european cigarettes

The taxi, the alcohol that lingers on your breath

The lipstick, the street lamp, the woolen overcoat

The front desk, you tell yourself, it isn't over yet



Second best, oh second best

I can learn to live with this

Plus I really need a rest

After all what's wrong with second best

What's wrong with second best



The motel, the distances, cave into kisses cold and wet

Familiar exchanges, like needle pulling thread

The empty movements that once were so inspired

Desperate attempts to fan the flames without a fire

The mattress creeks beneath

The symphony of misery and cum

Still we lie jerking back and forth

And blurring into one



Second best oh second best

I can learn to live with this

Plus I really need a rest

After all what's wrong with second best

What's wrong with second best