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