Second Best

This song smells of sea salt and warm wine from a plastic mug - the kind you drink on a bench by the shore while time drags on and the past still holds your hand. It's about that strange sweetness when you want to relive even the most painful memories, just to feel them alive again.

The ritual of eternal ‘second place’ shines through the lines: being half-needed, half-loved, half-strong. But there is no pity here, only weary acceptance. A subtle, almost transparent longing sounds in the rhythm of the tide, which returns again and again, even if you are tired of it. It's about how you can stand in someone else's footsteps and still whisper, ‘Take me back,’ knowing that there is no going back.