Since I sent you away for your insignificant problems
you might be gone but the problems stay
and I'm here hoping inside for a message
to ward off my worst delusions
you might be gone, but I still feel cold.

Like the time, by the waterside,
when you felt too shy to let the mud into your skin (it was perfect skin).

Well I guess that's all for the sympathetic side of me,
I feel bad, but that's what you get for trying to mess with my joie de vivre.
If mutual anger made us whole, then I'd rather be an empty soul.

I've lost count of the ways that I find your issues hard to comprehend,
Impossible to tolerate, and yeah you know,
Sometimes I still think about you,
because I hope you can recover from the negativity that you wear so well.

Like the time, at the stone wall,
when you held us back with your impractical shoes (set us up to lose)

Well I guess that's all for the sympathetic side of me,
I feel bad, but that's what you get for trying to f-ck with my joie de vivre.
If mutual anger made us whole, then I'd rather be an empty soul.

Do you remember the days when we sat alone and I tried to write you songs, but you brushed them away?

Well I guess that's all for the sympathetic side of me,
I feel bad, but that's what you get for trying to mess with my joie de vivre.
If mutual anger made us whole, then I'd rather be an empty soul.