You're more than I can manage
I guess these goods are damaged
I promise I'll come over for dinner one of these days
Trust me I'd come by
But I don't want to cry
And I don't want you to smell the cigarettes on my clothes

Who knows what you're looking for but I know it's not me
And finally I've got a shred of self-sufficiency
Your disinterest has forced a sort of pseudo-certainty
That I don't miss you
I think I miss you

I gave the US a go
I'm going down to Mexico
To try to figure out what I want from living
I'm bringing all my instruments
and privilege and innocence
Afraid that I won't find anything at all

I lack any confidence to look you in the face
But love's the fucking nightmare that you can't make go away
If you won't leave my head, then I'll leave the United States
So I don't miss you.
I think I'll miss you.

So good luck doing you
And I'll try to self-improve
For once it will be for me and not a ploy to get you back

I'll talk to you real soon
And your mom and sister too
You deserve all the love in the world

I hope that you find happiness, I hope your life is swell
No amount of love could have made this relationship end well
I'll sit here waiting for the day that I see you in hell
Because I miss you
I fucking miss you
I think I miss you