I could hear you coming, so I hid by the couch You were talking so loudly, I don't know what about But you were drunker than high school Self-conscious and sweet I never ever felt so cool disguised in your sheets But I'm a constant headache, a tooth out of line They try to make you regret it You tell 'em, "No, not this time" I'm just a constant headache, a dead pet device You hang me up unfinished With the better part of me no longer mine And then you finally found me, pretending to sleep You said such nice things about me, I felt guilty and cheap You took two steps to the kitchen, just stared at the sink I couldn't hold back a smile, I still wish I could have seen You having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me It made me think maybe human's not such a bad thing to be But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked It's such a stubborn reminder one perfect night's not enough It's just a constant headache, a tooth out of line They try to make you regret it You tell 'em, "No, not this time." It's just a constant headache, a dead pet device You hang me up unfinished With the better part of me no longer mine
Gray acoustic version sans the sheepish capitulation to anti-science ideology that only the rhythm player wears a cloth mask that already doesn’t work. How in-educated and pro-establishment Pravda/anti-punk😐
