A dead loss, no songs   No fun just glum   Lying next to someone      So don't mention the war   Don't question where we stand   Know where we fall      North, south, east, where's best?   If head left   It turns out directionless      And needlepoint aside   I always find   Embroidery leaves me blind      Cause I'm too weary to rest   Since I noticed - coming second best is close to ideal      What fools boredom breeds   So much to do   So many goldfish to feed      And paracetamol   I'll take them all   They line my stomach wall      Cause I'm too weary to rest   Since I noticed - coming second best is close to ideal      With customary thirst   I search a water glass   But gin hits first      Oh don't believe the hype   Expectancy   Will always spoil a party      It's tourniquet by crochet   My waters break   Don't drive for pity's sake      Cause I'm too weary to rest   Since I noticed - coming second best is close to ideal