The patch, the aftershave, the european cigarettes
The taxi, the alcohol that lingers on your breath 
The lipstick, the street lamp, the woven 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, caving to kisses cold and wet 
Familiar exchanges, wrapping the pulling thread 
The empty movements that once were so inspire 
Desperate attempts to fan the flames without a fire 
The mattress creeks beneath 
The symphony of misery and cum 
Still we're latching back and forth 
And blurring into what 

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