Good Grief

Oh I wont be missed Oh I wont be grieved I'm sure And I wont be blamed If you meet me at the door Oh I don't regret it Oh I can't feel my face Oh we can't be friends Cuz I see you in my way So Take back the flowers you tossed on my grave I'm not the good person that sobbing wont save So stand on your soap box You're speaking my language I don't wanna believe You will You will You will You will be missed And you will be grieved I'm sure And I wont be blamed And I don't regret a thing I'm sure Oh, Baby you're two steps Ahead of me Ahead of me Oh, Baby you're two steps Ahead of me Ahead of me