I don't know if you know this, but you showed up in the obits

And I shook my head

and said, "It figures," –that was all I said

Maybe I'm supposed to care

When I hear my ex is dead

But instead I'm writing weird hate songs and going back to bed

Im supposed to be mourning

But it's early in the morning

And I've got meetings with clients

Who, unlike you, are reliable

Your daddy showed and you had to go and you barely said goodbye

You said, "Long distance could work

if we just take a chance and try!"

But I laughed then like I'm laughing now

Then I took a breath and spat you out

And ran around the block so that no one could see me cry

And I promised not to think of you or picture you or dream of you

Not green eyes

or blonde brown hair or daddy's leather jacket

Magic fingers and free ice

had never been more inviting

I sat on the empty suitcase, then I watched your brother pack it

I bet that you're in Heaven now; I bet that you're at peace

I bet you're spying on your friends and smirking down at me

I bet you're disappointed to see I still haven't cried

I bet you still think long distance could work if we just tried

Im supposed to be mourning

But it's early in the morning

And I've got meetings with clients

Who, unlike you, are reliable

Maybe I'm supposed to care

When I hear my ex is dead

But instead I'm writing weird hate songs and going back to bed.