Day Man

All my favorite things
Left by the side of the road
Packed in boxes
Post-marked until my wit comes home
So don’t tell me distance gets easier with time, no
You will always be much better at saying goodbye
You’ll always be much better at saying goodbye
There are things we share
And I was ashamed of the liar
Packed in boxes
I set every trace of you on fire
So don’t tell me distance gets easier with time
You’re a bastard that left no goodbye
You will always be much better at saying goodbye
You’ll always be much better at saying goodbye
If you must die then die for something
If you’re going to fall I won’t yank the carpet out
You can’t kill the pain
You can’t kill the pain
You can’t kill the pain
You can’t kill the pain
I miss the days you didn’t dump on everyone