I got pain from my waist up
And I'll wake up and I'll take drugs
And I say stuff that I make up, like "I hate love"
And I hate that I can't lie
Couldn't hate you if I tried
It'll suck for a week
Then hurt more on a weekend
When I go out, see your friends
And I don't know what to tell 'em
I can't lie, couldn't hate you if I tried

I'm coming around to see ya
Coming around to leave ya
What is the point of hoping when it's already broken?
It hurts to let you go but it's worse to hold on
But I know that I'll be better when you're gone
Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone

When you're gone
Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone

You gave me just eighty
When I needed a hundred percent of you lately
It's obvious you don't even try, you don't even try

I'm coming around to see ya
Coming around to leave ya
What is the point of hoping when it's already broken?
It hurts to let you go but it's worse to hold on
But I know that I'll be better when you're gone
Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone

When you're gone
Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone
Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone