Lyrics:

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
Nor where we fall
North, South, East-where's best?
If I head left
It turns out directionless

So, 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 (la la la...)

With customary thirst
I search a water glass
But gin hits first
Oh, don't believe the hype
Expectancy 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 (la la la...)