Even if you come back
I’ll always be your second
Choice
I know you’re only kidding
The two of us to believe
And with your tongue down his throat
Are you thinking of me?

I could never pretend
I believe you’re still going
Home
With a path as twisted
As you and me
And when he runs his hand down your spine
Are you thinking of me?
Are you?!
Are you sorry?!

It’s a tired old song
Like the tires at Goodman’s Crossing
And with his heart in one hand
And mine in the other
Why-ever would you waste the time
On your second choice?