I got a cardboard box full of pictures and pens
I'm in the parking lot, I said goodbye to my friends
There may be a few things I miss about this place
But one thing's for sure
It's not gonna be your face

You'd tease me every morning with the coffee pot
Saying "Let's see if it's good down to the last drop"
Then you'd empty it, without leaving me a taste
Yeah one thing's for sure
I'm not gonna miss your face

You'd sit through every meeting playing on your phone
When I had a call you wouldn't leave me alone
When we had a project, you'd be gone without a trace
Yeah one thing's for sure
I'm not gonna miss your face

Every idea you had was mine first
Each one of your jokes was plain sexists or worse
The past three years are a terrible blur

Had a carton of eggs in my car for a week
I didn't forget them and they're starting to reek
Just a few more minutes that I have to wait
And one thing's for sure
I'm not gonna miss your face
I'm not gonna miss your face