[coronadrop #12 in a series of previously unreleased songs—released here daily—until the quarantine is over or i run out of decent unreleased songs]
i wrote nearly all of this lover’s complaint while crashing in my gracious host kerrie’s austin living room for sxsw in 2002. unfortunately, this is that occasionally annoying song that takes an hour or two to write the verse and choruses, and then another 17 years to find the right bridge.