Knew there was something Wrong
When you stopped coming Home
Random calls on the phone
Always working long
Me and the kid having dinner Alone
You were getting the bone
Thought we was indivisible
What we had unconditional
Now I'm strung out, bankrupt And miserable
Future exploded, thoughts Imploded, mood is visceral
Fuck a box, needed more Moved on to a tissue roll
But I don't miss you tho
I miss more, the 3 kids, the big Ass yard, I miss mowing
Thought I had it all figured out Xmas Morns
Prom pictures in the house
Now I'm peeling shitty leather
Popping Xanis on this fucking couch
Why don't I feel better
Thinking bout metal in mouth
Slam the pedal headed south
Good luck get the red up out My blouse
But I don't miss you tho
I miss it, no
This misfit finally just fit, ya Know
I don't miss you tho
I won't miss you tho
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