Now, before my only reader becomes concerned for my mental health, I want to state straight-up that I am not bitter; I am merely presenting the words to one of my favorite songs. The happy pills are helping me overcome the hatred. So come, let’s hold hands and sing to the tune of one of Sean Watkins’ classics:

I didn’t hear you say you’re sorry
The fault must be mine
I wish you all the best of luck at
Finding somebody more like you

You said you’d love me, always, truly
I must have changed
‘Cause you don’t need me like you used to
I hope you find somebody more like you

I hope you finally find someone
Someone that you trust
And give him everything
I hope you meet someone your height
So you can see eye-to-eye
With someone as small as you

You came out of nowhere and made me smile
Then you tore me in two
Saying “We’re very different people,” so dear,
I hope you find somebody more like you
I hope you find somebody more like you