(The) Harvey Danger Database

You can bash your head against a wall for years
The wall is not impressed
Or you can take a giant step away, only to discover
your wound’s already dressed

It’s not hard to see a beautiful girl
and imagine the life that you could have with her
But you can’t bend time, nor bind it up with twine
You can try and try, you’ll never read her mind
which is fine, fine, ’cause she cannot read yours

You treat me worse than you treat any stranger
and for my part, I say thanks (and I guess you’re welcome)
I am like a cobblestone street, and you
You’re like fifty Sherman tanks (that’s a lot of Sherman tanks)
Roll right over me, reduce me to a rubble
I am Monsieur Bovary, and you are Madame Trouble¹

So much that we so grandly call “love” is simply in our heads
How many doors slammed closed, and stepped-on toes
and songs composed, and poems and prose
about things we’ve heard in words nobody said?

The show must not, the show must not
the show must not go on
The show must not, the show must not
the show must not go on
The show must not, the show must not
the show must not go on, not go on, not go on…
Ba-ba-da-da, ba-ba-da-da, ba-ba-da-da…

You can bash your head against a wall forever
The wall will never change
But if you start to like the bloody bruises
the wall cannot be blamed

I try to make it seem like I’m over you (I’m so over you)
The blindest man alive can see it simply isn’t true
Love only lasts as long as it lasts
goes as far as it goes, and it goes pretty goddamn fast
Sometimes love is fun, sometimes it’s burdensome
sometimes hard-up, sometimes hard-won
but you can only miss it if it’s gone

The show must not, the show must not
the show must not go on.
The show must not, the show must not
the show must not go on.
The show must not, the show must not
the show must not go on, not go on, not go on…
Ba-ba-da-da, ba-ba-da-da, ba-ba-da-da, ooooh
Ba-ba-da-da, ba-ba-da-da, ba-ba-da-da, ooooh
Ba-ba-da-da, ba-ba-da-da, ba-ba-da-da…