When writing your history,   I will always be a footnote   A distant memory   A warning sign of mistakes made   The kind that you learn from   This song is the best of me   Taking pills for solemn motive   A better side of me, an open mind   For mistakes made   The kind that you burn from      So take this small confession as my price to pay   I've never been the kind to let go   But before you up and walk away   I'm miserable without you, you know   This silver leaves me longing for gold   Second place has never carried me home   Second place has never carried me home      This song is so out of key   I'm trying harder just to even   These memories of you   A warning sign of regression   The kind you never learn from   This song is the melody   Meant to show you a little more than   A better history, an open sky   Of redemption   The kind you always burn from      So take this small confession as my price to pay   I've never been the kind to let go   But before you up and walk away   I'm miserable without you, you know   This silver leaves me burning for gold   Second place has never carried me home   Second place has never carried me (home, home, home, home)   It never carried me (home, home, home, home)