He Calls It Heartache

No one really likes the smell of smoke until it's hiding a pretty face
He's joking behind that little fire-take some notes
Hoping that someone will like the way you say goodbye
Tell me how hard have you tried
Did ya play it dumb or take him on a walk in your mind?
He's giving you that sick little smile that belongs to thousands of lights
That right there is a pretty solid bribe

Well he calls occasionally and amazingly I still seem to entertain
I don't know what he sees in me, but he swears we're just the same

Well he calls it heartache
It gets him out of bed and has for years now
He's finally figured out how to share the show
Won't you spare me mister rock and steal your soul?

Everyone has seen him-a pleasant face to face or a nightmare
He's scheming about something you don't ever see
He's mean
But would have less ways to impress ya if he played it nice
How many times did you have to think twice?
On the ride home-all the talks through the radio
Won't you leave my headache alone?
But I can't find anything else to throw at the microphone

He calls occasionally and amazingly I still seem to entertain
Last night we shared some laughs and a little bit of pain

Well he calls it heartache
It gets him out of bed and has for years now
He's finally figured out how to share the show
Won't you spare me mister rock and steal your...

I call occasionally and amazingly he still knows my name
I still don't know what he sees, but I swear we're just the same

I call it heartache
It gets me out of bed and has for years now
I'm tryna figure out how to share the show
He didn't spare me, mister rock, he stole my soul