Pulp ☆

She,
she used to live with his brother.
Now she’s an unmarried Mother
with another on the way.
He’s second rate,
twisted out of shape.
Oh 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.
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 somebody told me;
the seconds turn to hours
and the hours turn into days
but still it feels like morning.
The first time leaves its trace
and then slides into second place
and still it feels like morning.
At night they try to fly,
hold on tight and close their eyes
and they hit the ground in morning.

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 gonna get.

Oh yeah, oh somebody told me;
the seconds turn to hours
and the hours turn into days
but still it feels like morning.
The first time leaves its trace
and then slides into second place
and still it feels like morning.
At night they try to fly,
hold on tight and close their eyes
and they hit the ground in morning.

But you’re so perfect you don’t interest me at all
You’re golden boy fell down
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
but still it feels like morning.
The first time leaves its trace
and then slides into second place
and still it feels like morning.
At night they try to fly,
hold on tight and close their eyes
and they hit the ground in morning.
My god they’re still alive;
they got it wrong but they still tried
and they made it through to morning.
Thanks to Anne-Marie for submitting Seconds Lyrics.