I'm only here to see you
in less than one sense of the word
because as it would seem
you are more likely to be heard
it doesn't strike me as absurd;
you were never one for formalities
but I am still placing in third
you took the pleasure right out of me
no, don't be disheartened
I'm still your favourite party favour
so drink up, my hearty neighbour
because this nectar is our savior
I couldn't save her for the life of me
well, the life of her I suppose
what really is my melody
without all the added prose?
in the sunlight it still grows
and expands into the tree of life
but, I reside in third place
because I didn't read the fine type
..the fine type you are though
and tonight was our show
you still hold my heart; know
it's in the depths of scarborough
and I think I possess your heart
cause it's loveliness is here to stay
in the form of your paint and art
I'm still the third...because Second's Away...

who gives a shit, third times a charm