Youre everybodys 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 dont really need that now
I never really did anyhow
I only really needed alcohol
Something thatll treat me okay
And wouldnt say the things youd say

Please turn out the light
I get a sick confusion headache trying to figure out whos right

Dreaming on the silver strand
Waking up to plainclothes man
You little bastard, little boy in blue
Someones gonna get to you
And f*** up everything you do

Hes so unhappy inside
Hes serious with everyone
And he thinks hell 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 Ill recover my love of her once in a while
But I dont know
I dont think so

Theres something that Ill 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 youll 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
Thats exactly what youve done

And Im so unsurprised
I remember, I remember why I dream in black & white

Goes to show my continual decline
They say that Ill recover my love of her once in a while
But I dont know
I dont think so
I dont think so

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