in time she might see

how foolish she was for leaving me.

Might take a bruise or two

before she longs for my kind of abuse.

Running away was easy I guess

but you left my mind a sloppy mess.

Was it so hard to talk about

things I couldnt figure out?

Whoa is me, she took her things and she went away,

whoa is me she says she's feeling so much better,

she says the air tastes so much sweeter,

she says she's feeling so much better,

she says the air tastes so much sweeter

since she left me sometimes

I might suspect that the cause couldn't be as bad as the effect.

Crazy girls which I seem to collect

and scribble down notes like a science project.

Your argument has no defense

it's a big fat lie built on false pretense,

but now I roam from home to work

singing songs about you and feeling like a jerk

running away was easy I guess

but you left my chest a hollowed out mess.