I realized you love yourself more than you could ever love me.
So go and tell your friends that I’m obsessive and crazy. That’s fine, I’ll tell mine you’re gay. 

And by the way, I hate that stupid, old pickup truck you never let me drive. 

You’re a redneck heartbreak who’s really bad at lying. Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time, as far as I’m concerned, you’re just another picture to burn. 

And if you’re missing me, you better keep that to yourself, because coming back around here would be bad for your health.