He walked out, no two-week notice
Didn't even notice he was gone
Who's gonna gas up my Ford Focus?
Who the hell's gonna mow my law?
I don't know
I'll just let it grow
And let it go
Left me a why-he-left-me list
Folded up under my front door
Chicken scratched down every reason
He don't love me anymore
I don't care
He's out of my hair
Every good riddance is written right there
Says, I'm way too petty, guess he
Don't think I'm funny the way I do
I'm way too messy, getting ready
Spilling glitter and littering his place with shoes
Spend all my money on bullshit
And all my time on booze
I could, but I can't help that
I sleep in way too late
And smoke too soon
Left his dishes in the sink, but the trash took itself out
Suddenly, light on my feet, and my head's up in the clouds
Hot things are hard to handle
So I'll light another candle
For the man who wrote that goodbye poem framed above my mantle
Says, I'm way too petty, guess he
Don't think I'm funny the way I do
I'm way too messy, getting ready
Spilling glitter and littering his place with shoes
Spend all my money on bullshit
And all my time on booze
I could, but I can't help that
I sleep in way too late
And I smoke too soon
Oh, I smoke too soon, yeah
What's so wrong with getting high at noon?
Sing along, honey, if you do too
What's so wrong with getting high at noon?
Sing along, honey, if you do too
Says, I'm way too petty, guess he
Don't think I'm funny the way I do
I'm way too messy, getting ready
Spilling glitter and littering his place with shoes
Spend all my money on bullshit
And all my time on booze
I could, but I can't help that
I sleep in way too late
And I smoke too soon
Oh, I smoke too soon
Yeah, I smoke too soon
