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, cave into kisses cold and wet Familiar exchanges, like needle pulling thread The empty movements that once were so inspired Desperate attempts to fan the flame without a fire The mattress creeks beneath The symphony of misery and cum Still we're jerking back and forth And blurring into one