Breaking Up

Do not think it hurts me bad

It doesn't hurt me none

It does not mean anything

I'm fondling this gun

And I don't hurt that bad

And I don't miss you

I don't eat alone

Wishing I was eating with two

It's like a sad movie

They always get high ratings

In fact I feel like celebrating

I feel like celebrating

And do not think I ever thought that

This would really work

It was just sort of a casual thing

Like trying on a shirt

I don't sit home slone and stare

At your picture wishing that

You were still there

I never get lonely

In fact I'm probably masturbating

In fact I feel like celebrating

I feel like celebrating

Oh goody! Oh joy!

I'm finally free

I no longer have to sit through

Your mother's casserole recipes

Oh joy! Glee!

I'm finally free