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Seconds

Cold pizza, tie dye shirts (I don't care)
Broken hearts, give 'em here
Give 'em here (Where you've been)
Hand me downs, gimme gimme
Leftovers, gimme gimme (How many miles)
Sloppy seconds, give 'em here
Give 'em here (I still love you)...

~*~

It's not the fault of San Andreas

That you went way over the line

Bone chips stuck out your skin

As you said you were simply fine

Narcotic pain and conversations

Over the rusted telephone booth

And I've got teeth marks on me

When you bit me with the truth

I was just your sloppy seconds

Devouring my entire existence

And when you fed your demons

You no longer needed assistance

I was just the emotional baggage

That you left ticking at the airport

You're contemporary, I'm vintage

So you cut my oxygen tube short

And I was so desperate for shit

I barely felt the knife in my back

I guess salty wasn't your flavour

So you burnt me charred black

I took my low blows with stride

You chewed with mouths open

Wiped your lipstick off the side

Your goodbye was resentment

And it's a damn shame we fell out

The bed was shrinking fast for two

I ended up sleeping on the ground

The lies were clear: it's me or you

But don't you leave me hanging now

I'm starving and I will be playing fair

And I've got enough room for seconds

Even though I know you would never share.

~*~

And there is not a single place
That I would rather be
I'm fucked up just like you are
And you're fucked up just like me...