It’s Never That Easy Though, Is It? (Song for the Other Kurt) Songtext
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It’s Never That Easy Though, Is It? (Song for the Other Kurt) Songtext
This one time I kissed a girl for class war
I pulled her hips in close and held my left fist
High above her pale right clavicle and she said
"Oh, tell me darling, do you think we have a future?"
"Well, maybe, kind of, pretty sure we′ve two between us"
Bring over pictures of your dead pets and relatives
And we'll just say it′s over if I don't shed any tears
I'm calling you again on your telephone
And all I ever get is another stupid ringing tone
He′s gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning (I know)
He′s gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning
As if I walked into the room to see my ex-girlfriend
Who, by the way, I'm still in love with
Sucking the face of some pretty boy
With my favourite band′s most popular song in the background
Is it wrong that I can't decide which bothers me most?
In the forefront of my mind is a thought
Not of you underneath, but of me coming out looking worse
I′m calling you again on your telephone
And all I ever get is another stupid busy tone
He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning (I know)
He′s gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning
I pulled her hips in close and held my left fist
High above her pale right clavicle and she said
"Oh, tell me darling, do you think we have a future?"
"Well, maybe, kind of, pretty sure we′ve two between us"
Bring over pictures of your dead pets and relatives
And we'll just say it′s over if I don't shed any tears
I'm calling you again on your telephone
And all I ever get is another stupid ringing tone
He′s gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning (I know)
He′s gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning
As if I walked into the room to see my ex-girlfriend
Who, by the way, I'm still in love with
Sucking the face of some pretty boy
With my favourite band′s most popular song in the background
Is it wrong that I can't decide which bothers me most?
In the forefront of my mind is a thought
Not of you underneath, but of me coming out looking worse
I′m calling you again on your telephone
And all I ever get is another stupid busy tone
He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning (I know)
He′s gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning
Writer(s): Aleksandra Berditchevskaia, Neil Ashley Turner, Tom Bromley, Gareth Paisey, Harriet Coleman, Ellen Waddell, Oliver Briggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com