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

You Don't Get Gold for Second Place

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