You Don't Get Gold for Second Place - The Hurt Process

Here comes that feeling back again

And this time it’s not fading

I guess now we’re gonna have to act

And stop this pretending

The gap grows larger yet we’re both still hanging on

What happened to those early smiles?

Isn’t it time we came around?

Isn’t it time we came around?

There is no consolation

Don’t forget what time and where

I don’t know when I’ll get home

But I’ll bear it in mind

But I’ll bear it in mind

We’ll compare hangovers tomorrow

The gap grows larger yet we’re both still hanging on

What happened to those early smiles?

Isn’t it time we came around?

Isn’t it time we came around?

There is no consolation

It’s the whole love in love equation

Routine against the unknown

Life’s a gamble anyway

This has no conclusion

I’m bored of these average days

(I'm bored of these)

I’m bored of these average days

(I'm bored of these)

I’m bored of these average days

(I'm bored of these)

I’m bored of these average days

(I'm bored of these)

The gap grows larger yet we’re both still hanging on

What happened to those early smiles?

Isn’t it time we came around?

Isn’t it time we came around?

There is no consolation

There is no consolation

There is no consolation