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I said to the waitress, "hey, another coffee"

refills are free, and i'm feeling pretty lonely

the diner's kinda cold and a little bit empty

just then she walked in, and she tried to ignore me



it's my ex-wife, and she's looking kinda sick

i recently just learned she's been blowing crazy shit

"oh, baby, how ya been? i haven't seen you in a bit"

"i know we aren't great friends, but can you take some time and sit, huh?"



thanks, hun, you look very pretty

i know that you know that i know, and it hurts me so much

i can't help you... i wanted to help you

let me please help you



how come?

how could you do this?

you're so goddamn gorgeous

you're so goddamn selfish

i love you to pieces

kiddo, i'm dying

i'm tired of crying, ok?



just stop

look what your man's done

he made a mess, and he's selling me sick

i'm so sickening

sick of me

sick

i'm so sickening

sick of me

sick

i'm so sick



hey, it's ok

i love you the same like when were just kids

oh, babe, it's just me

i know we don't talk much

i love you... please stop this

just stop this, just stop it, just stop



stop it

stop this

i can't sit here and watch while you make yourself sick

i'm so sickening

sick of what?

sickening

sick of me

sickening

sick of her

sickening

sick of sick



my bad

i'm an awful example

a hypocrite and a cheat

so i'm sorry



it's just

i won't let this happen again

i let my hair grow

and i tried to forget you

don't break my heart

and let this shit kill you



i can do what i want

'cause my ex-girlfriend don't give a fuck about

jamie devine can do what he wants

'cause his ex-girlfriend don't give a fuck about



all of us got these broken dreams

a fractured love over drugs that scream about

forcing yourself to do what you want

'cause your next girlfriend will make you write about

so all of us can do what we want

'cause our ex-girlfriends don't give a fuck about

sweetheart please! you can't give up

please love yourself and stay with us around



i won't ever know how things end up

i miss her lots, but we rarely talk... oh, well

oh, jamie please, let's get a drink

i think it's 'bout time we leave this place, ya know? ya know? ya know?