Trophy of Might-Have-Beens

Verse 1

You gave me your Sunday hours

Half your Saturdays too

Kept me close enough to feel wanted

But never quite the one you'd choose

I watched you light up for her name

Like I was standing in the rain

Counting seconds till you'd call me back

When she left you once again

Pre-Chorus

Oh I was patient

Oh I was sweet

Took every crumb you offered

And called it a feast

Chorus

Second place

That's all you ever gave me

Second place

A trophy made of might-have-beens

Second place

My heart kept coming back

But darling I am done

With standing in the back

Verse 2

Your harmonica still on my shelf

Your piano keys I learned to play

Every note was me rehearsing

For a love that ran away

I was the steady understudy

The curtain call you never made

But even stars that burn the brightest

Know when it's time to fade

Pre-Chorus

Oh I was loyal

Oh I was true

But loving you in pieces

Was something I outgrew

Chorus

Second place

That's all you ever gave me

Second place

A trophy made of might-have-beens

Second place

My heart kept coming back

But darling I am done

With standing in the back

Bridge

A sonata needs its final chord

A story needs its closing page

And I am writing my own ending

Stepping out from off your stage

Chorus

Second place

That's all you ever gave me

Second place

A trophy made of might-have-beens

Second place

My heart kept coming back

But darling I am done

With standing in the back

Drop

Second place

No more

No more

Second place

No more

No more