Texty: Horace Pinker. Second Best.

eyes collide with my feet couldn't keep my head up or my vision with the
street i fall down in a heap i'm afraid i can't keep fooling anyone but
me i'm not what i thought i really want to be but it's like when you're
never really satisfied when it comes around to me i'll always second guess
second best and it's a sloe gin sippin' away and it's the best you'll never
have so when i come around i think you better meet me halfway look around
not a sound i have found not one reason a failure it's all i'll be it's
a failure it's all i'll be