Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies

Lately I've been grinding my teeth to the gums trying to understand your logic
And you know I'm scared to death
To know this was nothing more than your mid-life crisis
We sat through your lectures of bullshit
Six promises never kept
And now I'm bored to death in this waiting room
These smoke and mirrors are suffocating
So here you go
You get what you've earned

Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Everything gone in the blink of an eye
If we pass on the street I won't give you the time
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies

Lately I've been grinding my teeth to the gums
I try to understand your logic
But now I think it's safe to say
It was nothing more than your mid-life crisis
So here I'm sitting on the edge of my seat
Trying to find the right words to say
Why don't you shut your mouth and listen
I'm sorry but all your smoke and mirrors were suffocating
(were suffocating)
So here we go now
(So here we go now)
You get what you've earned
(You get what you've earned)

Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Everything gone in the blink of an eye
If we pass on the street I won't give you the time
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies

Write me once a week to let me know what you're up to
Please don't call, I'm pretty sure that you want to
You're lacking in a little something we call heart
(You're lacking in a little something we call heart)

Write me once a week to let me know what you're up to
Please don't call, I'm pretty sure that you want to
You're lacking in a little something we call heart

Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Everything gone in the blink of an eye
If we pass on the street I won't give you the time
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies