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 stuff that i couldn´t figure out?

whoa is me, she took her things and she ran away, whoa is me

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 then 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...