With no where to sit
Only a twin bed to lay on
How perfectly we fit
I promise not to miss the kisses
During a comercial break
Or the way you annoy me
With the jokes you make
I won't miss wathcing Dragon Ball Z
Two times a day
Or the way you attack me
If I get in the way (of the tv)
I won't miss the hackey sack games
Or kicking yer ass
Or the way you kick so hard
You fall in the grass
I won't miss putting gas in your car
So you can come over at night
Do you have condoms?
I dunno, I might *lol through the tears*
I won't think about us gettin' it on
While you answer the phone
And the way we laugh
As we try not to moan
I won't miss yer funky smell
Of weed and colonge
Or the way you stare at me
When we're all alone
I won't miss when you spend the night
And kiss me in my sleep
Or the picture of you with the broom
When my mom made you sweep
I won't listen to heavy metal
Slayer and Pantera
Or watch Howard Stern
Flirt with Carmen Electra
I won't miss fighting over the remote
And always losing
Or how we never seem to lay down together
And actually WATCH a movie
I won't miss when you roll off the bed
Just because yer bored
Or the way it never fails
That I spill something on the floor
I won't think about the picnic tables
Out on our land
Or the way the horses watched
And the way we held hands
I won't miss you bitching
About how my hair gets in your face
Or how you get up
Then I steal yer place
I won't miss always having the soft pillow
And you bitching that my hands are too cold
I won't miss you talking about
What it'll be like when we're old
I won't miss anything you do
I won't think of you at night
Because we're better off apart
Because all we do it fight.
