Bandages will break
Blood will bleed through
Unconvinced and unwilling the living die to be with you
Hearts will fall
Time will surely fade
Distracted and attracted the dead will live to see this day
And me, I’ll be second best
I’ll stay with you on Sundays till there’s not a Sunday left
And I’ll die, better than no one else
You say that I’m a hero but I can’t even save myself
From you
From you
From you
I can't even save myself From you
Answers they’ll receive
For questions that they ask
Timid and abrasive you’ve got knives for their backs
Tears will fall
Trust will surely fade
But I’ll be at your front door to greet you everyday
With a smile
And dreams of better things
Hopeless and aggressive cuz you don’t even know my name
But me, I’ll be second best
I’ll stay with you on Sundays till there’s not a Sunday left
And I’ll die, better than no one else
You say that I’m a hero but I can’t even save myself
From you, you’re such a sweet surprise
Like warm winter days and those cold summer nights
I’ll try, to be better than the rest
But you’ll smile for a while and I’ll always be second best
To you
To you
I'll always be second best |