Plainclothes Man

You're everybody's second home Always trying to get me alone An easy way to lose it all Always there when all else fails Over by the west side rails But I don't really need that now I never really did anyhow I only really needed alcohol Something that'll treat me okay And wouldn't say the things you'd say Please, turn out the light I get a sick confusion headache Trying to figure out who's right Dreaming on the silver strand Waking up to plainclothes man You little bastard, little boy in blue Someone's gonna get to you And fuck up everything you do Some European son Who's furious with everyone And thinks he'll win you with his angry kiss Acting like he has no needs Wanting you to watch him bleed Made for each other, that you pay me any mind Just goes to show my continual decline They say that I'll recover my love of her once in a while But I don't know, I don't think so There's something that I'll tell you now Now that no one else is around The sort of lesson that I learned from you Not quite the way you planned But I know you'll understand Someone takes a photograph A picture while their sweetheart laughs A perfect moment in a flash of light Counting back from three to one That's exactly what you've done And I'm so unsurprised I remember, I remember Why I dream in black and white Goes to show my continual decline They say that I'll recover my love of her once in a while But I don't know, I don't think so I don't think so