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 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?