So Much

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 the stuff that I couldnt figure out? Whoah, woe is me, she took her things and she ran away, whoah, woe 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 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.