You're more than I can manage
I guess these goods are damaged
I promise I'll come over for dinner one of these days
Trust me I'd come by
But I don't want to cry
And I don't want you to smell the cigarettes on my clothes
Who knows what you're looking for but I know it's not me
And finally I've got a shred of self-sufficiency
Your disinterest has forced a sort of pseudo-certainty
That I don't miss you
I think I miss you
I gave the US a go
I'm going down to Mexico
To try to figure out what I want from living
I'm bringing all my instruments
And privilege and innocence
Afraid that I won't find anything at all
I lack any confidence to look you in the face
But love's the f*cking nightmare that you can't make go away
If you won't leave my head, then I'll leave the United States
So I don't miss you
I think I'll miss you
So good luck doing you
And I'll try to self-improve
For once it will be for me and not a ploy to get you back
I'll talk to you real soon
And your mom and sister too
You deserve all the love in the world
I hope that you find happiness, I hope your life is swell
No amount of love could have made this relationship end well
I'll sit here waiting for the day that I see you in hell
Because I miss you
I f*cking miss you
I think I miss you