Sharpshooter

What am I supposed to do? Always second best to you

Keep me underneath wings and satin sheets

Cull my favor with a shot below the knee

Keep me guessing if you'll be there for me

I keep pushing it further and further and further

Further, further, and further

Further, further, and further

Further, further, and further

Another night of me alone, I have got a sixth sense for when

You're together, and it twists me up inside

Pull my hair out, baby, roll my eyes and keep it down

Treat me like I'm fine, nauseous every time

I keep pushing it further and further and further

Further, further, and further

Further, further, and further

Further, further, and further