Lyrics: Pedro The Lion. Control. Second Best.

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