In time she might see how foolish she was for leaving me

Might take a bruise or two before she longs for my abuse

Running away was easy, I guess, but you left my mind a sloppy mess

Was it so hard to talk about the stuff that I could not figure out?

Woe, woe is me, she took her things and she ran away, woe, woe is me (yea yea yea!)

She says she's feeling so much better

She says the air tastes so much sweeter since she left me

Sometime 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, its' 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

Woe, woe is me, she took her things and she ran away, woe, woe is me (yea yea yea!)

She says she's feeling so much better (so much better)

She says the air tastes so much sweeter (so much sweeter) since she left me

Since she left me, since she left me, since she left me...

In time she might see how foolish she was for leaving me

Might take a bruise or two before she longs for my abuse

Running away was easy, I guess, but you left my chest a hollowed out mess

Was it so hard to talk about the stuff that I couldn't figure out?