Plainclothes Man

You're everybody's second home

Always trying to get me alone

An easy way to lose it all

Always there when all else fails

Over by the west side rails

But I don't really need that now

I never really did anyhow

I only really needed alcohol

Something that'll treat me okay

And wouldn't say the things you'd say

Please turn out the light

I get a sick confusion headache trying to figure out who's right

Dreaming on the silver strand

Waking up to plainclothes man

You little bastard, little boy in blue

Someone's gonna get to you

And fuck up everything you do

He's so unhappy inside

He's serious with everyone

And he thinks he'll win you with his angry kiss

Acting like he has no needs

Wanting you to watch him bleed

Made for each other bet you pay me any mind

Just goes to show my continual decline

They say that I'll recover my love of her once in a while

But I don't know

I don't think so...

There's something that I'll tell you now

Now that no one else is around

The sort of lesson that I learned from you

Not quite the way you planned

But I know you'll understand

Someone takes a photograph

A picture while their sweetheart laughs

A perfect moment in a flash of light

Counting back from 3 to 1

That's exactly what you've done

And I'm so unsurprised

I remember, I remember why I dream in black & white

Goes to show my continual decline

They say that I'll recover my love of her once in a while

But I don't know

I don't think so

I don't think so...