The Graduates

We were the French club dropouts

But we never got excused from class

The secretary must have been high

To turn a blind eye on us sneakin' out back

And we were pregnant on the balcony

And you caught me with a cigarette

I never put the thing on my lips

Just crushed it and spit on where I laid it to rest

I was the best at bein' second place, but

Now I'm just the runner-up

At bein' the second one you think of every day

Before you go back to one

We were the law school rejects

So we quarreled at the bar instead

Shot out in four words or less

You want a jail, you want a mess, you have the right to drink less

Then we were floating on a balcony

And I fell into a trampoline

I never should've looked for a hand

From a invisible push-me-pull-you pushin' on me

I was the best at bein' second place, but

But now I'm just the silver you dread

And only in the shape of a bullet

Am I ever the shape you see when you wake up dead?

So will you cauterize the bleedin' or bastardize the meanin'?

I'm the one worth seein'

As a waif, a friend, I guess that's the extent

More than assisted when you cut inside the paper

To project it from the lighthouse and eject it out into the void

I was the best at bein' second place

Oh, I was the best at bein' second place

I was the best at bein' second place

Oh, I was the best at bein' second place

I was the best at bein' second place, but

Now I'm just the runner-up

And only the second one you think of every

Day