Seconds

She, she used to live near his brother Now she's an unmarried mother With another on the way He's second rate Twisted out of shape And God, he looks a state It costs so much to look so rough They go to town They like to shop around And look at all those things At all those things they never wanted anyway She hates his hair That stupid coat he wears But sometimes second best Is the best that you can get Oh yeah, oh, somebody told me The seconds turn to hours And the hours turn into days But still it feels like the morning The first time leaves its trace And then slides into second place Oh, but still it feels like the morning And at night they try to fly Hold on tight and close their eyes And they hit the ground in the morning, yeah But in the morning it's raining Oh Christ, you're always complaining Can't you think of something else? It's nearly-nu A bargain basement made for two And if you blur your eyes You could be anywhere you want yourself to be Oh yeah, it's bad I know you want to laugh, so laugh But sometimes second best Is all you're going to get Oh yeah, oh, somebody told me The seconds turn to hours And the hours turn into days Oh, but still it feels like the morning The first time leaves its trace And then slides into second place Oh, but still it feels like the morning At night they try to fly Hold on tight and close their eyes And they hit the ground in the morning But you're so perfect, you don't interest me at all Your golden boy fell down And don't you know he hasn't got a personality? And I know, he said he'd last all night then gave you seconds, yeah The seconds turn to hours And the hours turn into days Oh, but still it feels like the morning The first time leaves its trace And then slides into second place Oh, but still it feels like the morning And at night they try to fly Hold on tight and close their eyes And they hit the ground in the morning Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And my God, they're still alive They got it wrong but they still tried And they made it through to the morning