Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone 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

And all I seem to want Now I'm broken, hoping That you'll glue me up again Waiting here for you Is the warmth Of you leaving me again Each time you leave I can't know when