midnight drive

The funny thing about second best

I always dress to impress
Even if I’m second best

That’s the funny thing about “second best”
Because although I didn’t make the cut,
I know at least I wasn’t last.
So what is second best? What does that make me?
It’s my super power, or lack there of.
I’m like super man with night vision, except I can’t see in the dark. Or even a badly lit room.
Like Wolverene with his claws but I cut my nails yesterday.
And that’s the best part of being second best, because although I’m not your first choice I am a choice.
And that’s fine, because I’d rather be a close second place than a forgotten face.

Maybe I’m selfish to want second best, maybe I should forget it all.
Because it’s sad to say I do actually find comfort in the thought that maybe one day something will go horribly wrong and second best becomes best.
Or even still a better alternative than being alone.


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