| I could hear you coming
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| So I hid by the couch.
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| You were talking so loudly
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| I don’t know what about.
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| But you were drunker than high school
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| Self-conscious and sweet.
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| I never ever felt so cool
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| Disguised in your sheets.
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| But I’m a constant headache
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| A tooth out of line.
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| They try to make you regret it
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| You tell them, «No, not this time.»
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| I’m just a constant headache
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| A dead pet device.
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| You hang me up, unfinished
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| With the better part of me no longer mine.
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| And then you finally found me
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| Pretending to sleep.
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| You said such nice things about me
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| I felt guilty and cheap.
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| You took two steps to the kitchen
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| And just stared at the sink.
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| I couldn’t hold back a smile
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| I still wish I could have seen;
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| You having sex in the morning
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| Your love was foreign to me.
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| It made me think maybe
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| Human’s not such a bad thing to be.
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| But I just laid there in protest
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| Entirely fucked.
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| It’s such a stubborn reminder
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| One perfect night’s not enough.
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| It’s just a constant headache
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| A tooth out of line.
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| They try to make you regret it
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| You tell them, «No, not this time»
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| It’s just a constant headache.
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| A dead pet device.
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| You hang me up, unfinished
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| With the better part of me no longer mine. |