So Much lyrics

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
the stuff that I couldnt figure out?

Whoah, whoahis me,
she took her things and she ran away,
whoah, whoah is me
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
since she left me sometimes

Sometimes, 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 a 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

running away was easy I guess
but you left my chest a hollowed out mess