Second Best — No Fun At All

Coming over To your house, I see you waiting Turning over All the things I used to treasure Falling into Something new and undetermined Not to worry Second best is not the end of life

Burning bridges Empty words but not forgotten Empty fridges Dusty rooms and burning ashtrays Failing for you Taking every change to prove it Got to Worry See the things I cherish start to slip

I don`t know what you want me to be Cos you push me around til I can`t even breathe I dunno what you`re doin` to me You have turned me into something ugly andcheap

Indecision Tender words with hidden meanings Try to listen Tolling bells are all I`m hearing Count the hours Til they fade and all`s forgotten In the passion Nothing seemed to matter at the time