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 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 could not figure out?
 Woah, woe is me
 She took her things and she ran away
 Woah, woe is me (yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
 She says she's feeling so much better
 She says the air tastes so much sweeter
 She says she's feeling so much better
 She says the air tastes so much sweeter now that 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 the 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 a jerk
 Woah, woe is me
 She took her things and she ran away
 Woah, woe is me (yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
 She says she's feeling so much better (so much better)
 She says the air tastes so much sweeter (so much sweeter)
 She says she's feeling so much better (so much better)
 She says the air tastes 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 kind of abuse
 Running away was easy, I guess, but you left my mind a hollowed-out mess
 Was it so hard to talk about the stuff that I could not figure out?
 Woah, woe is me
 She took her things and she ran away
 Woah, woe is me (yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
 She says she's feeling so much better (so much better)
 She says the air tastes so much sweeter (so much sweeter)
 She says she's feeling so much better (so much better)
 She says the air tastes so much sweeter since she left me
 Since she left me
 Since she left me
 Since she left me