It's never that easy though, is it? (song for the other kurt)

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

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 it's the thought not of you underneath, but 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