Letra da Música So Much de Impossibles

in time, she might see
how foolish she was for leaving me.
Might take a bruise or two
before she longs for my kind of abuse.
Running away was easy I guess
but you left my mind a sloppy mess.
Was it so hard to talk about
the stuff that I couldnt figure out?

Whoah, whoahis me,
she took her things and she ran away,
whoah, whoah is me
she says she's feeling so much better,
she says the air tastes so much sweeter,
she says she's feeling so much better,
she says the air tastes so much sweeter
since she left me sometimes

Sometimes, I might suspect that the cause couldn't be as bad as the effect.
Crazy girls which I seem to collect
and scribble down notes like a science project.
Your argument has no defense
it's a big fat lie built on false pretense,
but now I roam from home to work
singing songs about you and feeling like a jerk

running away was easy I guess
but you left my chest a hollowed out mess.