Plainclothes Man - Elliott Smith

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 

He's so unhappy inside 
He's serious with everyone 
And he 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 bet 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 3 to 1 
That's exactly what you've done 

And I'm so unsurprised 
I remember, I remember why I dream in black & 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...