Back when I felt things, my upswing,
You came in like a shoestring.
All loosened, you made me your beau.

You took the good parts, a good heart,
A pretty nice ring and we started
Talkin' 'bout rockin' for life.

But in the end, temptation done fell ya.
You kill so bad, there's one thing left to tell ya:

I don't miss carin' about you,
And I don't miss thinkin' about you.
I don't miss talkin' to you,
I don't miss anything that you do.

I gave back your records, your hope chest,
Your literature in progress.
No photos, no nothin' survived.

I walked down the high road.
Did you know it's all busted up cracks and potholes?
Ain't fit for no human to drive.

But in the face of certain disillusion,
About one last thing I ain't got no confusion.

I don't miss carin' about you,
And I don't miss thinkin' about you.
I don't miss talkin' to you,
I don't miss anything that you do.

Well, I'm two stone less and feelin' like a genius.
Ain't nothing right, and nothing left between us.