[second rate]

every night i stay up a little longer
and more of me pours out between
commercials and next episodes
the silences grow thicker and the static
begins to overtake the laughter and

i don't know what to say next, i can't
fill in the rest of the story, i can't
look into your head and figure out how
you work, and i wonder how hard

i'll have to try next time, if,
it will only get harder as the days
burn out and the weeks slide by, if

one day you'll tell me just what i
don't want to hear
that you still love her,
that you still want her,
that i'll always be just
runner-up, second place,

second rate.