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.