I Fucked It Up

Every night, a ménage à trois with my cellphone and my laptop

Getting tormented by Timehop

Remember how happy you were before the breakup?



I miss you

Or at least a projection of the better things that you do

We're both better off now that we're through



Now we're both drinking less and working more

I'm not the emotional wreck that I was before

So if I call don't pick up the phone

Cause I can't improve myself until I am alone



I miss you

Or at least a projection of the better things that you do

My memories exclude your negative qualities

It's not that you suck, it's not right for me



If I go to heaven, I'll be with you for eternity

If you go to hell, then you'll have to hang out with me



[Doo-wop refrain]