Impossibles - So Muchrate me
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
running away was easy i guess but you left my chest a hollowed out mess...