It's Okay, I Probably Wouldn't Pick Myself First Either

Always falling short
Of being second best
Take what you can get
Eat your heart right out your chest
I like you and want to treat you with all the care in the world
You tell me if it doesn't work with him
I'll be right there for you to hold
But he's already hurt you once or twice

Why would I be anybody's first choice?
What more can I say?
I'm fragile and I get in everybody's way
I'd worry every day
Of losing my partner who claims that they love me
Tragic use of irony

Why would I be
Much more than a rebound?
Why would I be
More than second best?

Don't treat me like a chessboard
I'm sick of being kicked to the curb
So honey, snap your fingers
Say the word
I'll bend to your command until you make me eat dirt

Always falling short
Or being second best
Take what you can get
Eat your heart right out your chest



Credits
Writer(s): Opus Wagner
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