I gave it to Miranda and she loved it.
So whatever, Dwight.
Well, I can't be bothered to miss you anymore.
It's 1-12-8-31,
an hour 24.
Well,
I used to think if I missed hard enough for you,
you'd come back for sure.
But I can't be bothered now to miss you anymore.
No, I can't.
It's not like I don't have tears to cry.
Such memories, so little time.
This box of photographs to go through one by one.
Well,
girl, there's just too much to get done.
So I can't be bothered
to miss you anymore.
It's 1-12-8-31,
an hour 24.
Well,
I used to think if I missed hard enough for you,
you'd come back for sure.
But I can't be bothered now to miss you anymore.
This is a solo.
Where am I when I need me?
Ugh.
This is awkward.
Does anybody know any good jokes?
It's just going to go on and on and on.
Where's my sweater?
Second verse.
When you skipped town, I was such a mess.
Till I found these things to do instead.
The trick is to find something to occupy your mind.
So now I spend most days chasing mine.
So I can't be bothered
to miss you anymore.
It's 1-12-8-31,
an hour 24.
Well,
I used to think if I missed hard enough for you,
you'd come back for sure.
But I can't be bothered now to miss you.
We're cuddling up to kiss you.
I can't be bothered now to miss you anymore.
Thank you.