Second best; first place at losing
You beg when I am choosing
And I don't have a choice
Second guessed, and upon your confession
It's a third place obsession
And there's only one boy
Now it's kaput
Where am I stood?
Oh, but wasn't it good?
Oh, but wasn't it good?
One bird, two stones, and I'm lost in the wild
There's that monochrome smile
Not taking me home
Re-bouncing back, I'll drink my coffee black
While denouncing the fact
That our loves seeds are sewn
Now it's kaput
Where am I stood?
Oh, but wasn't it good?
Oh, but wasn't it good?
What's the use in getting sober
If you're gonna get drunk again?
What's the use in getting over her
If you're gonna get back with them?
What's the use in all this tripe and keeping in each others' lives?
What's the use in calling them your friend?