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 them, “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.