Second Place

My head on your chest One drunken night You were rambling on about Something that you read How you hate your ex And how she always used to Control your every move You know that I would never do that to you Maybe I'm just scared to be alone Or maybe I'm in love who fucking knows My head on your chest Hanging on by a thread Cause I know you still dream about her Blue eyes and her blonde hair You swear you don't care But you still answer When she calls you crying I swear you like it What's wrong with me? I think about all the weekends and why we didn't run away Take a little cheap vacation, we could really use some space I don't want to come in second to memories you made with her I know that it's not a contest, but she always comes first Maybe I'm just scared to be alone Or maybe I'm in love who fucking knows Maybe I'm just scared to be alone Or maybe I'm in love I'll never know