I got pain from my waist up And I wake up and I take drugs And I say stuff that I make up, like "I hate love" And I hate that I can't lie, couldn't hate you if I tried It'll suck for all week, then hurt more on the weekend When I go out, and see your friends And I don't know what to tell 'em I can't lie, couldn't hate you if I tried I'm comin' around to see you, comin' around to leave you What is the point of hoping when it's already broken? It hurts to let you go and it's worse to hold on But I know that I'll be better when you're gone Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone When you're gone Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone You gave me just eighty When I needed all hundred percent of you lately It's obvious you don't even try, you don't even try I'm comin' around to see you, comin' around to leave you What is the point of hoping when it's already broken? It hurts to let you go and it's worse to hold on But I know that I'll be better when you're gone Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone When you're gone Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone