Impossibles 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?
