I know online that it’s plain to see
By your smile that you’re finally over me.
“Jennifer is now friends with Mel.”
That’s your ex. What the hell?!
Cant’ face the Facebook status, I hate it.
Yours used to say “Its complicated”
But it says, “Jennifer is now single”
I gave you my heart, you gave me your shingles.
We were Fred and Ginger dancing
With a smidge of Sid and Nancy,
But now I feel we’re Jack and Rose and
You got your diamond and left me frozen.
Adios despues de sies anos.
Ending so abruptly like the last Sopranos
“Don’t Stop Believin‘”: cut to black.
I know it’s over but you might come back.

I wander through this box of pictures
and wonder what the hell went wrong.
If I look at the pictures accelerated
Like a flipbook I see that your smile has faded.

I know that you’ll never ever take me back.
I know that I must face that fact.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.
Nothing’s the only thing I know.

I know I need to get over you,
But my hope will still grow for you.
My friend says I should forget you.
Obviously he has not met you.
You thought our love was so distinguished,
Yet the fire you have extinguished.
Trying to shake you, but you’ve confined me:
There’s Always Something There to Remind Me
Our bed is cold, my pillow’s wet,
Haven’t thrown away your toothbrush yet.
The sink is full but the fridge is bare.
The toilet seat‘s up but no one cares.
My Netflix account, it haunts me, too:
"Joy Luck Club"’s still in my queue.
Avoiding me is a big mistake
I explained everything in the last mix tape.

I wander through this box of letters
and wonder what the hell went wrong.
You wrote you’d love me forever, okay
But forever aint six years seventeen days.

I know that you’ll never ever take me back.
I know that I must face that fact.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.
Nothing’s the only thing I know.

I dial your number, but it rings and rings.
Caller ID, oh, I hate that thing
I send you a text but you’re out of reach.
I hope you got them; they’re 10 cents each.
I drive by your house, don’t see your car.
Head on my horn wondering where you are.
I tried to visit you at work
The security guard there is such a jerk.
Videos posted on my Facebook wall.
Coldplay, Feist, but you still won’t call
I call up the DJs on KOST FM
but they never play our song, ‘F them.
Some nights I lay down and I stare
At the doll made of your hair
Lights on and off, I think of you
If you had a rabbit I might make stew.